A Christmakuh Story

Reflections on the Road to Respect

I didn2019t grow up celebrating Christmas. It was 201Ctheir201D holiday. It wasn2019t until I met my late husband that I experienced the 201Cmagic201D of Christmas; the amazing smell of a living tree, the fun of decorating, the comfort of lights on dark winter evenings, the eggnog, the gingerbread and of course, the chocolate. I was hooked!On December 6, 2001 my husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He had his first chemotherapy treatment a few days later and spent his last Christmas in a hospital bed. As was his habit, he had already bought the tree, and most of the presents. He made me promise to have Christmas as usual for our five year old daughter. I will never forget being in our basement on Christmas Eve, after having put out the milk and cookies for Santa, crying and wrapping, lamenting,201CI can2019t do this! What do I know about this? I2019m Jewish.201D

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