So…here’s the thing.

I’m not strictly Christian. And I haven’t always celebrated Christmas like you have, probably.  But that’s beside the point.

I have never once believed that religion impacts the effects of the season, as the entire “season” isn’t just about Christ’s birth, but rather the sense of togetherness and happiness and warmth and snuggles and…you get the picture.

I grew up celebrating Hanukkah, as WELL as having a Christmas celebration, but that was more for when we were  younger, and my parents didn’t want us to feel left out at school.  We had a potted ficus plant which we put presents around and hung styrofoam ornaments and lights on and that was a ‘Christmas tree.’  As I grew older, I fell in love with the music and the sensations and everything about Christmas.  I was so insanely jealous of everyone that got to celebrate it to its fullest extent.

Once I was older, I got to celebrate it more, and now that I’m out on my own - damn!  Christmas starts November 4th and it ends at the end of January.  And that’s that.

The season of Christmas is so much more to me than just a holiday.  It is a sensation.  It is that moment when you step inside a house and smell baking pie and hear that weird Christmas song that your mom loves so much and you just know that it’s Christmastime.  And anyone can love Christmastime.