Oy, Chrismakkuh
Normally this time of year, I am one cranky Jewess. The holiday season is officially upon us, a time of manufactured cheer, ersatz mirth, and exhortations to shop, shop, shop. Then there's the dread scourge of Chrismakkuh, that Frankenstein creation of well meaning folks who think that playing spin the dreidel by the Christmas tree is the acme of multiculti harmony and joy.
