I'm not overly religious. Hell, by most folks' standards, I'm barely religious. I don't traffic in organized religion; I tend to regard religious entities as forces that, in large measure, have more often served the dark side of humanity.
But this time of year, I feel the urge to let people know that December just doesn't belong to Santa Claus and the Christians. So I set my menorah in the window and that's where I burn the candles for the eight nights of Hannukha.
And yes, it is not exactly a holy sentiment. There is a strain of "I'm here, I'm Jewish, and if you don't like it, fuck you" running through the reasons why I do this.
(p.s., the blob on the lower left of the menorah is birdshit on the outside of the window.)
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If I still lived in Fundyland, I might do that just to piss off the xtians, even though I'm about as Jewish as honey baked ham.
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