In this corner, the jolly fat guy. In this corner, the other jolly fat guy.

My seven year old wants to celebrate Christmas.  He’d like a Christmas tree with the the works.  He insists on presents and stockings.  My husband remembers asking the same from his parents when he was that age.  I do too.  Christmas probably has the distinction of being the most beloved holiday for kids, because of this guy. santa-claus-clip-art-9izM4z6iE

What’s not to love about Santa?  He’s a fat old jolly dude that brings free toys.  Which is great and all except for one minor technicality –  we’re not Christian.  We’re Muslim.  In our house, Dec 25 usually just means we get to sleep in and you have to buy essentials early the day before because even the zombies at Walmart get the day off.

But try telling my kids that.  I wouldn’t know where to start.  Saying Santa only visits Christian homes makes him sound like a selective, prejudiced bastard, so that was out.

Before you tell me to haul my non conforming ass back to my own country, let me tell you that celebrating or not celebrating Christmas is not the issue here.  We respect all religions and to take part in the festivities of any holiday, be it Christmas or Diwali, would just mean more fun for us.  Besides, Muslims love Jesus just as much as Christians do.  I look forward to buying a little tree and sticking some presents underneath it, while telling my sons I texted Santa the code to our alarm system so he won’t set off the motion sensor.

The issue is that for my kids, Christmas is Cinderella and Eid her fat footed, big nosed sister.  No, we don’t celebrate Ramadan, just like you don’t celebrate November.  Eid is the name of the holiday and Ramadan is the the holy month that precedes it.  In the voting booths of kids brains everywhere, Christmas has taken a far lead over Eid, since one means presents and the other means a month of daily food deprivation.  Clear winner here.  This isn’t the presidential election of 2000.

In an effort to make the holiday more appealing to kids, my husband and his college friends once thought up a character by the name of Eid Saeed.  A Muslim Santa Clause.  I don’t know what they were smoking when they did it.  Eid Saeed would shake things up for the holiday, all right.  The idea of a Muslim guy who enters U.S. air space by magic and goes into people’s homes in the dead of night with a bag full of things you can’t see is definitely going to excite people.  Especially the authorities.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  I really don’t have any solution to the aforementioned problem so that’s right, I’m just going to leave things hanging.  We already make Eid an occasion more  enjoyable for our kids than visiting Disney World.  I’m not going to fly Mickey Mouse out here now, too, because his ginormous rodent ass only travels first class.

First time

This is my first time ever.  Blogging, that is.  Why’d I start?  Being a stay at home mom to two little boys is great but my kids aren’t the best conversationalists.  There’s only so many times I can hear that I’m the worst mom in the world.  I’m married to the nicest guy ever, who has always been encouraging me in my endeavors.

I used to write regularly, in a journal or diary, before time to myself became a luxury I couldn’t afford.  Now, with my own laptop and much less self doubt,    I figured I could give opinionated information to the netting world on topics that sorely need first hand experience info sharing.  I should also act before my vocabulary goes to hell, I start referring to myself in the third person, and I can’t speak in much more than pronouns.  If nothing else, this blog will get my the wheels of my creativity turning.  I figure if it doesn’t work out, there’s always the delete button.

I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce my sisters and co-bloggers, Sumayya and Fatima.  They’d prefer to go by Sumi and Fati.  I don’t like to be called Sheemi.  We are three Indian American sisters living in Chicago (Fati, me) and Dallas (Sumi).  Sumi is the sweetest nurse you’ll ever meet who’s a mom to the most adorable nephew on the planet.  Fati is a very independent senior in college.  She’s majoring in business and finance, has a full load of college classes, and still manages to look super chic ninety nine percent of the time.  Since their schedules are busier than mine, I will be the main blogger, but you’ll get their input often as well.

This blog is going to move slow, since I have no idea what I’m doing and it’ll take a while for my audience and writing skills to grow.  Unfortunately over the past few years, my language has accumulated some not so nice words that I’ll try to keep the usage of to a minimum.  Sometimes, though, that’s the only way to get the point across 🙂