"You know, New Year's is a Christian holiday." I say this as my mother chops onions and throws them into a frying pan.
"Kakoi Christian?" she shakes her head. "You think we knew anything about Jesus when we lived there? Do me a favor, fetch me two more onions."
I sigh and go to the pantry. It had been the same argument every year, as my yeshiva teachers...
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