I cried! and cried. Neighbor families would invite my bro and I over to have our photo taken under their tree, which my parents allowed for five minutes. I saw their toys. The parents placed toys in our hand. Girls were in Christmas garb with bells in their hair. Why did I want to hold their toys. Also, neighbor kids refused to play with us b/c we had no heavy weaponry. We did not even have a ball most times.
I am alone right now. My Christmas tree is garishly decorated with thousands of dollars of designer and junk ornaments. My tree should be three times higher than it is. I am very attached to my ornaments. Every year I maravel at how I have a tree, and wreaths, and other items. NY was wonderful at Christmas. The windows. We saw the window and the Radio City Stage Play as Witnesses. It was a secret.
Next, I attended midnight services at the world's largest cathedral. Exquisite music. Private parties before services.
Now I am alone in exurb. Services are very early. No drama. My Jewish doctor suggested that I go to a Chinese restrauarnat and see an Academy Aware nominee film Christmas Day to be with me. If Jews don't escape to the islands, they are in Chinatown on Christmas. Jews and Gentile see the hot films. I miss Christmas in the city. When I return, I plan to picket the horses at Central Park. They are visibly suffering.
So, I give thanks that this is a multiculural country. Surpisingly, my last Chinese Christmas meal was attended by Christians meeting up friends. I would adore an English Christmas dinner with plum pudding and Buche de Noel.
I am rading Hassan's cult book. It seems my family toeing the line but then ging worldly for small splurges helped me escape the Witnesses. I am very grateful for all those times. Though, children should know toys and magic, love. We were told to lie about our activities so we knew we were naughty and wrong.