I wear the (Christmas) pants in this relationship!

Even though I’m 100% Jewish, I’ve always celebrated Chanukah and Christmas. Whenever friends tease me that Jews order Chinese food and go to the movies on Christmas, I say defiantly: “Not me! I celebrate Christmas!”
It started when I was a kid. My cousins Susi and Julia celebrate both holidays, so every Dec. 25 my family traveled from Long Island to Brooklyn to take pictures by the tree and exchange presents. I even had a pair of red and green plaid pants (stylish, I know!) that I dubbed “my Christmas pants!” After my mom passed away, we continued going to their house. Each year, at least one relative would say how strange the holiday felt without my mom. Who knew a Jew would be missed on Christmas!
As a teenager, I also started celebrating Christmas Eve. My best friend Laura’s family invited me to their house to indulge in homemade Italian food, Christmas carols edited to include family jokes, and the most delicious cookies I’ve ever eaten. My favorite were the peanut butter-chocolate kiss ones. Yum!

This year Mark and I will travel back to Colorado for round 2 of Christmas with his fam. Tingles of excitement (OK, and 10% nerves!) flutter in my stomach. I’m happy for another chance to get to know everyone better and spend time together. I also love who Mark is in his home state. There’s a calm and warmth he never quite achieves in busy-busy New York City.
Do you have any advice for visiting your significant other’s family?