My dad is a lapsed Catholic and my mom a religously apathetic (but culturally fervent) Jew. Ergo, I am half Christian and half a Jew (which some people refer to as being a “Cashew,” a term I have always rejected because it doesn’t make all that sense, phonetics or imagery-wise). As such, I get to have two winter holidays, both Christmas and Hannukah (well, three if you count the Winter solstice, which my burgeoning hippie parents have been known to do).
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