Bif and Muffy's holiday
At our old house, we had neighbors across the street who were the quintessential WASPS. They did yardwork in khakis and penny loafers. The wife used to work for a prominent Republican US senator. They drank scotch before dinner. They played golf at the country club. They only read the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times. They ONLY ever listened to classical music and did not permit anyone working for them (painters, pool cleaners, etc. ) to listen to anything but, either. They had dysfuntional relationships with their grown children. They were all about keeping up appearances. They all but spoke with the preppy "lockjaw" dialect.
They were very tidy people, not given to doing much decorating outside their home, save for a very proper American flag hung on a pole outside of their door, not on a telescoping flagpole with a spotlight, mind you. So it was no surprise to us that they had no outward recognition of the Christmas season- no wreath, no tree, no lights, no nothing. Many others on our street really got into the spirit of things that year- lights on bushes, on the house, trees prominently displayed in windows. Claire, who was about 5 at the time, noticed this. She asked why they didn't have any decorations up. We replied honestly that we didn't know why and that not everyone decorates during the Christmas season, and reminded her that not everyone celebrated Christmas. She nodded her head, obviously remembering some of what she'd learned in school and some of the story books we'd read together at home. Then, she very sweetly and earnestly offered "Maybe they celebrate Kwanza!"
Um, yeah. Maybe they do.