Sam and I made a stop at the post office on December 23rd. We get to the counter and the following conversation happens:
Postman (looking at Sam): Are you excited for Christmas?
Sam, not really sure how to answers, stays silent.
Me: We are Jewish and don't celebrate Christmas.
Now the postman is silent and not sure what to say. I purchase the postage I need and then the conversation continues:
Postman: You have a tree though, right?
Me: No, we don't have a tree because we don't celebrate Christmas.
Postman: Oh, but you put up lights, right?
Me: No, we don't put up lights either. We light a menorah each night for 8 nights. Tonight is actually the last night of our holiday.
Postman: Oh.
The postman really had nothing left to say. He was rendered speechless.
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Two weeks before Christmas Ian and I were at the shopping center across the street from where we live. Ian was got a haircut and then we were making our way down to CVS. Upon our walk, we come across Santa Claus waiting to mingle with the kids who are out running errands with their parents. He sees Ian and the following conversation happens:
Santa (as he hands Ian a candy cane): Ho! Ho! Ho! Have you been a good boy this year?
Ian (without missing a beat): Yes, I have!
Santa (looking at me now): Has he been a good boy?
Me: Yes, a very good boy.
Santa (looking back at Ian): What is your name?
Ian: Ian
Santa: Danny?
Ian: No, Ian.
Santa: huh?
Me: I-A-N (saying it very pronounced).
Santa: What would you like for Christmas? (avoiding saying Ian's name).
Ian: I would like an Xbox One.
Santa: Did you mail a letter to my elves?
Ian: Yes, its probably at the North Pole by now.
Me: Ok, Ian let's keep going.
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