FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2012
I’ll admit it. I was really on the fence about sending the kids to a Catholic school. I grew up in a public school… and oh yeah, not Catholic… so it was a very strange transition for me to get used to. But I gotta say, I think it was the right call for us. Peyton loves her school. The people seem really nice. And the uniforms! My goodness, how great are uniforms!
But the best thing I’m finding at this time of year is to say “Merry Christmas” to parents and friends and not have to worry. It’s permitted. Heck, even welcomed to say it.
I shared my excitement for this fact with my husband just yesterday. “Isn’t it great to be able to say Merry Christmas and not Happy Holidays at school, honey?!”.
“Uh, sure”, said the born-and-raised-Catholic-guy-with-12-years-of-Catholic-school.
Well I was excited. I don’t have to be the a-hole who accidentally says Merry Christmas to someone who doesn’t celebrate it. Well, until the day I was exactly that a-hole. And that day came yesterday.
Heading to the local pharmacy, I greet the man at the drive-thru and go about my business. He had a really great tie on. It was shades of purple and he had on a matching dark purple shirt. He really looked sharp and I thought to myself, “I need to tell this man that I like his tie.” As if this will be the best gift he could possibly receive. But whatever. It was a great tie and he needed to know that it wasn’t lost on me. So I proceed to tell him, “I really like your tie.” (Said in a tone similar to when Ben tells me I’m pretty, so immediately after I said it, I felt dumb.) But the guy flashed a huge smile and said, “Thank you!”.
I’m on a roll. I just made the guy feel kinda good. Yay! It’s the most wonderful time of the year!!!
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” I said, as I drove out of sight.
“I’m Jewish.” he replied.
And to all, a good night.