As a proud Jew, she never experienced Christmas and wanted to. So one year I invited her to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with my family. On Xmas Eve, we did a lot of cooking, went to church, visited the Christmas displays around Washington, DC, and came home to egg nog and rum cake. Christmas morning we got up early, put on the Christmas music, and rushed to "see what Santa had left for us." She was thrilled with her stack of presents and enjoyed opening them and seeing what was in her Christmas stocking. Finally, there was the huge Christmas dinner with other family members. After it was all over and I asked Rebecca what she thought of our Christian holiday, she said she liked the presents, the tree and the food, but she thought there was just too much talking and singing about Jesus. "If you could just leave that part out, it would be all good," she said with a grin. That was Rebecca. True to herself and true to her beliefs.