Ah the joys of a religiously pluralistic family. I do think that God loves variety and that every time we try to mandate the ways in which we choose to celebrate his greatness (oh all right….her greatness…to be disgustingly PC), we tend to erode the mystery, the possibility, that underneath all of the pagentry, we are loving the same Person. So let us pull out every vestige of joy…the carols, the driedles, the latkes, plum pudding, and Alistair Sims. For we all want to seek Him in the hearts of those with hearts of goodwill. And so may it be for all of us this year.
Amen and amen!