Last night my sister and I shirked our familial responsibilities and boldly ventured out to forge our own, radical and new set of Christmas Eve traditions. After about 30 minutes of giggling and smug, self-congratulatory back-patting, we realized we couldn't think of anything more edgy and transgressive to do than go to a Unitarian Universalist church service and then to the Bonefish Grill by my house.
There is just something about this time of year that makes me not only tolerate mindless ritual, tradition and schmultz, but actually crave and appreciate it. Things I can't even begin to indentify with on the other 363 days of the year resonate deeply and powerfully with me on Christmas Eve and Day.
In honor of this ineluctable spirit of unity, peace, love and togetherness, here is my Christmas gift/Solstice offering to you: Dar Williams' holiday classic, The Christians and The Pagans.
