Thursday Thoughts: Holiday Songs
“What’s your favorite Christmas song?”
One of my coworkers sprang this question on me as soon as I clocked in.
“I don’t have one,” I replied.
She gaped at me. “What?!”
Inwardly, I sighed, preparing myself for yet another round of assuring a well-meaning gentile that I’m completely fine even though I don’t have Christmas in my life.
Outwardly, I forced a laugh. “I mean, I’m Jewish.”
“You’re Jewish! Right! I knew that! Why’d I ask you that?” she said, which was a nice change to the script, even as she immediately followed it up with, “What’s your favorite holiday song, then?”
This time I hesitated a bit before saying, “I don’t have one. I mean, I don’t really care about this holiday season.”
“Really?” she said. “Not even Thanksgiving?”
That evening, over FaceTime with my family, I brought up this story. They helpfully suggested some songs I could use as responses the next time someone asked me for my favorite Christmas song.
I could pick one of the Christmas songs written by Jews, such as “White Christmas” by Irving Berlin, or “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” by Johnny Marks. However, as catchy as they both are, I don’t really like either of them. I’m never dreaming of a white Christmas, and the reindeer who bully Rudolph are never actually condemned for their behavior. It also kinda bums me out that Jewish songwriters had to write songs about someone else’s religion in order to make a living.
My mom suggested I pick “Sleigh Ride.” Back when I played percussion in my local youth symphony, we performed that song, and I had a lot of fun using the slapstick – literally two blocks of wood on a hinge you slap together – to make the sound of the whip. And my sibling pointed out that though this song is commonly played during Christmas, the lyrics mention eating pumpkin pie, a Thanksgiving food.
Thanksgiving is important to my family as one of the two times each year we all get together. This year, we made a point of gathering over Zoom for it – cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. My sibling mentioning Thanksgiving made me think of another “holiday song” I could pull out as a favorite, one that my aunt always played on her guitar before dinner. It goes, “Happy Thanksgiving! Hooray, hooray, hooray! Aren’tcha glad you’re not a turkey on this Thanksgiving Day?” If I must have a favorite holiday song, it might as well be a silly one.
But the truth is, I do have favorite holiday songs. I just didn’t feel comfortable sharing that part of myself with someone who has an ingrained belief that Christmas is for everyone. She wouldn’t have understood this, but my holiday songs, the ones that actually mean something to me, are for different holidays.
There’s “Chag Purim,” with its gragger sound effects that always made me laugh when I was little. There’s “Return Again,” which gives me chills each year on the High Holy Days. There’s “Shalom Aleichem” and every other song I sang with my family each week on Shabbat growing up. There’s “Dayenu” and “Miriam’s Song,” both Pesach favorites, and “One Is Hashem” and “Chad Gadya” are more fun for me than the “Twelve Days of Christmas” will ever be. And of course there are Chanukah songs – “Maoz Tsur” and “Sevivon” and Debbie Friedman’s “Latke Song.”
If you read the above paragraph and smiled and nodded through it, I wish you all the best this goyishe holiday season. Remember that you are whole as you are, and that it is good to find joy in what is personally meaningful to you, no matter what others may think you need to find meaningful.
And if you read that paragraph and did not get a single reference, well… Google is free, and so is this quote from Shakespeare’s Hamlet: “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”