I wanna sit on Santa's knee.
I wanna tug his white beard to see if it is real,
I wanna say, hey Santa, this year for Christmas I want an itouch. And a new phone. And a car would be cool. You think you can do that for me? And it's okay if it doesn't fit down the chiminey, just leave it in my driveway. Thanks.
But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
I wanna believe in wishing wells.
I wanna throw a shiny penny in,
watch it sink to the bottom,
make a wish, and believe it'll come true.
But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
I wanna believe in the tooth fairy.
I wanna put all my old teeth under my pillow,
go to sleep, and wake up in the morning with money instead.
I wanna imagine that she builds castles with all the teeth she collects.
But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
I wanna dress up on Halloween, like a ghost or a goblin.
I wanna gut a pumpkin and put it in my front yard.
I wanna go trick-or-treating,
and throw eggs at passing cars.
But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
I wanna sing Christmas carrolls, and sip eggnog by the fireplace.
I wanna put up a tree in my living room,
and adorn my front lawn with colorful lights.
I wanna sing, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
I wanna make a turkey for Thanksgiving.
I wanna make stuffing, and cranberry sauce, and wild rice with craisins.
I wanna eat until I can't eat anymore, and there is no room left even for desert.
I wanna get drunk on wine, and fall asleep without doing the dishes.
But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
But Santa will never be Jewish. And boy is he missing out.
I light the Menorah on Chanukah, and get presents and money. And I have my very own Santa. He has a long beard too. He doesn't say 'ho ho ho', but he has a wallet that says, I'm made of money. And he pays my cell phone bill. Dad's are better than Santa any day.
I put a shiny penny in the tzedaka box, instead of letting it sink meaninglessly to the bottom of a well, where someone will no doubt extract it someday, to buy a coffee with it. And hey, I get rewarded for that.
I save my teeth, instead of giving them to the tooth fairy. I think she has enough already, no need to burden her with more. And the concept of getting money for a natural occurance like teeth falling out makes me laugh at the absurdity. She can keep her money, I'll keep my teeth.
I dress up on Purim, give out and recieve baskets filled with all kinds of candy and junkfood, and the good part is, people come to give me, I don't need to go knocking on doors for it. And best of all, we have a commandment to get drunk. What more could a person ask for.
I sing Am yisroal chai, we want Moshiach now, and all kinds of crazy niggunim that make you want to dance. I chop up the tree and put it on top of my sukkah, which gives everything a nice smell. I've never had eggnog, and the thought of drinking raw egg makes me nauseous.
I eat and eat on pesach, and wine and dine, and never stop. I have Turkey whenever I am in the mood, and pumpkin pie too. And Thanksgiving is every day, not just once a year when you are feeling charitable towards G-d, and say grace.
They believe in superstitions like walking under a ladder, seeing a black cat cross the street, and breaking a mirror will bring bad luck. But we have our own bubbe maises, like sit at the corner of table and you won't get married for seven years, putting out zatar will keep away evil spirits, saying poo poo poo will prevent bad things from happening, and so on.
They will never know the taste of kuggel and gefilte fish, or chollent on Shabbos afternoon. They won't have the sweet taste of learning Torah, or the feeling of satisfaction after breaking a fast. They will never understand all the 613 plus commandments we have, or all the crazy nutty customs we do. They just won't.
I wanna sit on Santa's knee. But I can't, cuz I'm Jewish.
I love being Jewish, it's awesome.
you know i do 5 out of those 6........and im STILL jewish....
ReplyDeleteI sat on Santa's knee once. It wasn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be. I also never saved my teeth (except for the ones that were pulled out). I put them under my pillow for the tooth fairy. Oh, and I'm Jewish.
ReplyDeleteThis is very good.
ReplyDeleteme too. we may have our doubts and all... but at the end of the day... its worth it for the food.. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou added some. I like.
ReplyDeleteno this was the original. somewone told me it was too long so i shortened it for the slam. thanks.
ReplyDeleteOnce I was visited by a Santa while I was having chemo in the hospital. He tried to give me a gift and I told him that I couldn't take it because I was Jewish.
ReplyDeleteSo Santa winked and blew me away by asking IN YIDDISH if I was a good girl that year!
I was Santa once for work, it was kinda fun, but my co workers had to kept reminding me that Santa said "Ho! Ho! Ho!" and not, "What's up?" Of course, ive since done Teshuva, but sometimes I miss those days, when the only thing I had to worry about was work, and then going out to drink with friends, now I have to worry about getting up to Daven, learning, relearning, keeping focused, and probably within the next six months (which isn't THAT long) dating...
ReplyDeletesitting on stranger's lap? very chassidish. Maybe we should implement that in shidduch dating.
ReplyDelete"i do the strangest things a man could ever do, i do that too cuz im a jew"
What's not chassidish about it? You're just sitting on his lap. So what?
ReplyDeleteMany major poskim have no problem with Thanksigiving.
ReplyDeleteI'd be very curious what the halachic problem would be in the Tooth Fairy. (The only explanation I can think of is chukat goyim. So um, declare that there's a group of Tooth Shadim?)
Frankly, if the worst thing about being Jewish is that you can't do anything with Santa, then, really, who cares? These are simply silly cultural things.
Josh, this poem was supposed to be more funny than serious. Of course, I love being Jewish, and I don't envy the non Jews for much.
ReplyDeleteBut you are correct. Accrding to Torah or Halacha, there is probably not much wrong with doing the stuff I say I can't do.