This past Tuesday there was a "holiday" celebration at work. Holiday? Give me a break, it was for C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S! I know because Santa was there and, as far as I know, Santa isn't part of any other holiday. We (Sean was there too) were strongly encouraged to sit on Santa's lap for a picture. "Come on, the kids will love it" we were told. When I explained that Santa isn't part of Christmas at our house, the encouragement came to an end and all was well and good.
Until we walked by Santa...
He looked at me (not Sean, just me) and patted his knee (that should have been my first clue that something wasn't quite right).
Smiling, I told him, "We don't do Santa."
"Are ya Jewish?" was his crass response.
"No," I sweetly told him, " We choose to focus on Christ at Christmas."
Defensively he said, "Well, I go to church sometimes. Our Lady on the Lake. I'll be there Christmas eve. You should come."
"Our what?" I asked for clarification.
Then, speaking slowly in a wonderfully condescending tone he enunciated, "Our...Lady...on...the...Lake. Are you Catholic?"
"No," I said, "we're not Catholic."
Horrified, he said, "You're not Lutheran are you?"
"No. Not Lutheran either."
Not having any other guesses for what "religion" we actually are, he let it go. I wished him Merry Christmas and went on my way so grateful that Santa wasn't coming to our house on Christmas eve.