As a kid growing up Jewish, I did not enjoy Christmastime. Caring not a whit about Christianity’s savior, Christmas trees, carols, or stockings, I would feel alienated from mainstream society during these weeks: an outsider not participating in what was supposedly the most wonderful time of the year. In subsequent years, as someone not keen on religion or commercialism, I remained rankled by the holiday season. Bah humbug, you might say. But eventually, with a family of mixed religious traditions, I made my peace with the Yuletide.