I grew up in a Reformed Jewish home in a neighborhood of Protestants. I enjoyed looking at Christmas lights, but I never yearned for a tree of my own or a visit by Santa.
There was, however, one aspect of Christmas that captured my imagination. When little, I read a picture book about how the animals talk (in English!) on Christmas Eve. I didn’t need that magic with my own dog (who I perfectly understood) but I oh so wished for a barn in the backyard, filled with animals, and one night of the year when I could snuggle in the straw with them and listen to them talk.
Wishing you a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from my home to yours.