Eeyore does Hanukkah? Night 6

The pink one

Note the Christmas cactus of Quaker provenance

 

RantWoman has meant to post something every night of Hanukkah. That has not happened.

 

RantWoman always remembers a player from Scrabble club who was Jewish. She died fairly young of cancer. She worked at a Christmas gifts store and kept working there until the end because she needed health insurance. She definitely had mixed feelings.

 

Tonight if RantWoman were more focused she would go find the radio story about the Jewish Santa. Or the short stories about Hanukkah and children who are different in the Christmas jumble.

 

Instead, RantWoman is going to grab the theme of being different for herself. See RantMom is a little bit magic-challenged. If it were up to RantMom, no one would have told the RantChildren about either Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.  RantWoman as oldest child definitely has some bewildered memories of people asking her about “Santy Claus.” At some point by the time the other Rant siblings appeared, RantMom relented and went with the cultural flow.  RantWoman is probably not even going to try to confirm her memories with RantMom because RantMom would probably deny them anyway.

 

 RantWoman is not even sure about the tooth fairy though baby teeth fall out around school age. RantWoman still thinks Little Sister knew more about such magic than RantWoman but has NO idea how  that occurred..  In the Rant household in the middle of last century, RantWoman thinks the going rate for lost teeth was maybe 25 cents. RantWoman definitely remembers some school friends whose household tooth fairies delivered up to $5, In other words, in tooth fairy land, you get the parents you get and inspiration and magic are going to have to wait for another day.