Don't get me wrong: The latkes were tasty, the gifts were just as good ... Not only did I eat a delicious meal and exchange gifts with his family, but I was even allowed to sleep over on Christmas Eve. until we broke up and I had to find a new Christian boyfriend to spend the holidays with.On the occasions that I didn't have a boyfriend during "the season," I was the sad orphan Jew invited to one of my friend's family functions, like Midnight Mass.
Sure, I met a few more hotties at summer camp, but they didn't live within a 50-mile radius most of the year.
Although my parents and I not-so-secretly hoped I'd end up with a member of my own tribe, I enjoyed the romantic company of numerous blond-haired, blue-eyed "goyfriends." Sometimes I knew they were temporary fixes, but more often I envisioned a future where my would-be husband converted to Judaism and our kids all had bar or bat mitzvahs.
The compromise, of course, would be that our multi-culti family could still celebrate Christmas.
Inner conflict resolved; reindeer games reinstated. Over the years, I dated at least five more Christian guys, always hoping these relationships would last, at least through the holidays.
Or I'd just go out for the Chinese-meal-and-a-movie combo with my own family. Despite my longing to reclaim Christmas, I always hoped to settle down with a nice Jewish boy.
The problem was, there weren't many to go around in my New England town.Another friend of mine dated her boyfriend for nearly twelve years until they worked it out, and he finally proposed.The fact is, relationships flow more smoothly when two people have a religion, ethnic background, and family values in common.Although both of my parents are Jewish, our family wasn't particularly religious.They just thought Christmas was a fun holiday for kids.Their family has always celebrated both Hanukkah and Christmas (and Easter).