I joined F's family for a Hanukkah breakfast yesterday morning. My mom asked me about it afterward and I explained that this breakfast was their primary celebration this year, they were even foregoing gifts.
"Oh, so they celebrate Christmas?" she asked.
"No," I answered. "Hanukkah isn't a major Jewish holiday..."
"I know," she interrupted.
"And they've just gotten away from giving gifts since their kids have grown up." I finished.
"Oh. So, have you guys talked about the holidays?" she asked.
I paused. "We have." I answered. I opened my mouth to say more and discovered it was suddenly dry. "We decided, since neither of us are very..." I faltered, "that neither of us have any objections to celebrating two religions that we could celebrate at least traditions from both." I looked down. "We haven't decided which one we would raise our, um, children in, so that's still a big question hanging out there."
Now it was her turn to be silent. "I meant whether you'd talked about celebrating the holidays."
"Oh," I said, embarrassed. "We thought we'd kind of just see how this month went. I told him I might be able to wrangle him an invitation to Christmas dinner."
"Sure," she said.