When you go to a co-existence school that includes all the pertinent ethnicities and religions in your geographic area, Christmas is likely to be a part of your curriculum. Hence, Raia and Lucas have been basking in Tis the Season for a few weeks now.
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| Raia's first encounter with Santa was actually with Baba Noel! |
Note the decor in Raia and Lucas's classrooms (where I visited so I too could get my fill of holiday spirit). Raia's class also toured a church outside the Old City to ogle the Christmas decorations. This tour was replete with a visit from Baba Noel!
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| I visited Raia's classroom to get in the holiday mood |
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| As you can see, a plethora of holidays are converging and colliding. Happy Hanukkah! |
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Only in the Middle East: An olive tree
serves as the Christmas tree |
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| Not to be outdone: Lucas's classroom! |
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| And here is Raia coloring in her "Mother and Child' stained glass window! |
But when you go to a kindergarten that happens to be reform Jewish, Christmas is "extracurricular"/spectacular. And everyone in the class makes a mandatory appearance at your Christmas party. Because everyone wants to know: What does a REAL Christmas tree look like? And by real, they mean, one not seen in the movies but in real life, like at my house. Because we have a
real fake tree.
And so, with nary 48 hours until we would be leaving the country for more wintry climes (NY=White Christmas), my entire class (plus siblings and parents) was invited to our (relatively tiny) apartment for a Christmas celebration just 5 kilometers from where it all began!
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Here's me opening the door to the humble
beginnings of the Ultimate Play Date |
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Here's me 30 minutes later: I may have passed out from the
shock and overwhelming joy of hosting ALL
my friends at MY house at one time. |
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| Shock. And awe. |
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Truth is, they all came for this photo op right here:
Rockefeller Center, move over! |
That was about 50 people who mistook our humble Bethlehem Road
(oh the irony of that name!) apartment for the Fifth Avenue department store windows!
I prefer to leave people guessing about how I am feeling, rather than use words to inform them. And this time, my parents guessed right that YES I would LOVE to host about dozens of people in my home for a Christmas party. It probably started with how I enthusiastically ran around with my aide's phone at school one morning this week showing everyone photos of our decorated tree. That small gesture spawned one of the largest Christmas parties in the Jewish state since the birth of Jesus. Who was Jewish. But never mind. (
This video might clear things up, or absolutely not, but may be really funny.)
It was a night of miracles, which characterize both Hanukkah and Christmas, making this party ever more significant. Here were just a few miracles from Saturday night:
- For the first time in their existence, every toy in our home was played with! (Most parents know that kids do not play with their own toys.) It was as if The Island of Misfit Toys was released from its bondage and all the toys were loved yet again.
- Not one toy was broken or missing!
- The tree remained standing!
- My friend's baby sister's shoes were found the next day under the tree!
- We had more food and sugar than children to consume it all!
- More people drank mulled cider than spiced wine!!
Since I don't use many words, my drop to the floor to sort of soak it all in was probably an indication that yes, I was in shock and awe and utter delight to host the ultimate play date/Christmas party.
Really what we took away as loot from this Ultimate Play Date/Christmas Party is that you don't always have to go to a coexistence school to be loved and accepted. Sometimes you just get lucky enough to be surrounded by the best friends that have all bonded together despite different religions and chromosomal pairings.
And
that is what the spirit that birthed Christmas is all about! Merry Christmas everyone!
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| Utter chaos |
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| Utter delight! |
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| You could call it our first rave. Maybe. |
