A Christmas Confession

My paternal grandparents, immigrants from Russia, were strict
Orthodox Jews, and would roil in their graves if they knew
their grandson has been celebrating Christmas for half
a century:

Trees, lights, ornaments, and a plethora of presents wrapped
in Santas, candy canes, fairies and—heaven forbid—even
the three wise men have shown up on a toy from time to time.

But while I’m not a religious man, I sometimes think of the
proud and courageous history of the Jewish people and my
frail grandfather assiduously applying his tefillin every weekday
morning, and am overcome with paroxysms of guilt.

But you see, in addition to being a Jew, I was also an adman
for forty years. And like all good admen, I just can’t
turn my back on a good concept.

Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, let me wish you all
a Happy Holiday and healthy, peaceful New Year.

Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah or just being alive.

Talk to you next year.