By Ben Goldberger —
Growing up Jewish, I always felt different from my peers. I was the only one of my friends who didn’t celebrate Christmas and one of the two Jewish kids in my graduating class of 461 students. This meant that when jack-o’-lanterns were tossed and Christmas trees went up, I always felt like an outsider.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas time. There is a certain spirit in the air with all of the lights, music and hot chocolate everywhere you turn. But being told “Merry Christmas” when leaving a store is not something that I look forward to.