It’s Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas!
Christmas has always been a confusing time for me yet it is my favourite time of the year… No; it’s not because of presents. I’m one of those people that always thinks of everyone yet nobody ever cares to think of me. Which I didn’t always take very well, but I learned to accept that reality through the years. So why is it my favourite time of year then? Christmas is my favourite time of year because it is the only time of year where most people tend to be more kind and charitable to others. Witnessing people being kind and thoughtful to others is always nice to see. It’s passing by strangers in the street that say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays. It’s the Christmas movies on TV that almost always have some useful moral to be learned. It’s reading or watching stories in the News about people helping others that I really enjoy. It’s also a time I do a lot of self reflection While also asking myself why is it that during the holiday season people seem to be more kinder, more helpful more giving to others? Why is this behaviour generally so limited during the rest of the year? Are we just programmed that way? Kind of superficial in observation.
I grew up having mixed feelings about Christmas. I grew up very poor, my mom was a single mother, she has Schizophrenia. A few times we’d have a tree for Christmas and, other times my mom would throw our tree in the garbage and say Christmas is evil and sometimes we just didn’t have the money for a Christmas tree so I’d make my own Christmas tree out of news paper or anything I could find. One time I took some wire coat Hangers and taped them together onto a piece of cardboard and wrapped silver Christmas garland that I found around the coat hangers… it was kind of cute I remember being proud that I created something out of stuff I had found but… it was also sad looking at it knowing we couldn’t afford a tree and when I’d express my sadness over not having a proper tree my mom would say nobody is supposed to partake in Christmas anyway. so that is what always made Christmas a little confusing for me. I never had a big beautiful tree thus far in my lifetime, while that used to bother me every Christmas I am okay with that now. The last 6 years I had a little Charlie Brown Christmas tree as a reminder that I never had the Christmas tree that I always dreamed of having,I really loved that tree! But my cat broke it last year! So no Charlie Brown Tree this Christmas. Maybe next year.
Photo: Mark Zuckerberg gracefully holding his Shofar.
I love that Mark and Priscilla share special celebrations between both of their religious faiths with The World on facebook. I am one of those people that love to be exposed to different cultures and religion, It’s fascinating to learn about the differences and similarities in beliefs and practices of different religions and cultures.
Mark was the first and only person to ever say “G’mar Chatima Tova” to me; which translates as “May you be inscribed for Good in the Book of Life”.
When Mark and I were friends I had a cleaning job where I cleaned 11-13 buildings everyday 6 days a week for minimum wage. One of the buildings I used to clean was a Jewish Synagogue. I am not Jewish I was raised Catholic/Christian. I remember being fascinated by The Jewish faith and the things I’d come across as I cleaned the Synagogue.
As I mentioned earlier in this blog as I cleaned The Jewish Synagogue I found myself fascinated by the faith and things I’d come across in the Synagogue. There was this wooden box full of Kippahs/Yarmulkes … At the time I was telling Mark Zuckerberg my Story I didn’t know the proper name for them so I called them “Jew Hats”. I remember Mark laughed at me then quickly corrected me, calling them Kippahs/Yarmulkes.
But anyway there was this wooden box of Kippahs/Yarmulkes and every time I’d walk past it or was sweeping or mopping the floor next to it I’d find myself looking at that box and wondering how they stayed on the back of Jewish men’s heads without falling off! YES!! I would seriously ponder this thought every time. Then one day my friend that was cleaning the Synagogue with me just randomly said to me “Hey don’t you ever wonder how these things stay on people’s heads without falling off?” and I was like “UHH YEAH!!! every time I look at this box!” and she was like “I wanna try one on but I’m to scared to inside the Synagogue incase it’s wrong.” I said “Yeah, me too.”… eventually curiosity got the best of us and my friend took two Kippahs/Yarmulkes and put them in her pocket and I took one and put it in my pocket. After work we tried them on and another friend of ours wore the 3rd one. We ended up driving around the city wearing them on our heads and yelling Shalom to everyone we passed by on the street. We even went to some stores wearing the Kippahs/Yarmulkes on our heads and were acting really silly. finally when we decided it was time to go home we felt really bad for taking the Kippahs/Yarmulkes and acting really silly with them so we agreed we needed to return them ASAP!… but we didn’t know how to make it not obvious that we took them so… our plan was to stick them in the Mail slot in the main door to the Synagogue. So we acted out this whole Mission Impossible scene on our way to the Synagogue doors, doing summersaults and crawling on the lawn and hiding between bushes and stuff that lead to the path to the front doors… while making silly mission impossible noises finally when we reached the door of the Synagogue we shoved those Kippahs/Yarmulkes into the mail slot and ran for our lives back to the Car. Curiosity got the best of us, Still feel a bit guilty about what we did, but I guess at some point in our lives we all do silly things we regret. It’s up to us to make an effort to learn from our wrongs, Do what’s right and develop good character in our life time.
Shana Tova (a good and sweet year) to all that Celebrate Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur G’mar Chatima Tova (May you be inscribed for Good in the Book of Life).