But one day, when he was 2, we were walking past a window display in our old San Francisco neighborhood. There was a mechanical Santa moving about with lit candles in his hands. Eden stopped to watch the scene. I was waiting for him to say something and wondering how I’d respond. When he finally spoke, he said, “Eema, Look! There’s an old man lighting his chanukiah!” At that moment I knew I didn’t have to worry so fervently about his Jewish identity.
In first person…Stress over Santa is needless for mom
