I forgot my glasses today.
It’s so slow around the office, and with so many people out of the city leading up to the Christmas weekend, I knew that busting across town was going to be easy. So, I took a quick break and headed home for my spectacles.
My wife runs a preschool in our home and this month she’s been teaching the kiddos about the different traditions as part of her curriculum. There’s been talk about menorahs, mangers, white-bearded gift-bringers; you get the gist. Today, they were discussing Kwanzaa.
That’s where I come in. I come in the house, interrupting the story time, apologize and go looking for my glasses. Have you ever interrupted storytime? It’s like stabbing a beehive.
Anyway, I search and find my glasses. As I’m making my way out the door, I turn and tell the kids “It was great to see you all again. You all have a Merry Christmas.”
And then I add, “Or whatever it is you celebrate.”
My wife clued me in. “Everybody here celebrates Christmas,” she said.
And in less than one second, my oldest, information sponge brained, five-year-old daughter said, “Because we’re not black.”
Oh, dear heavens. Kids say the darndest things, don’t they?
Regardless of your race and all that jazz, Merry Christmas!*
* Or whatever it is you celebrate.