Navigating Christmas with my Little Muslim
We grew up in the west, in Canada. From a very young age, we were surrounded by Christmas trees, eggnog, gifts and a whole ton of Panettone (Italian Christmas bread that my dad would bring home from his Italian boss). Christmas time was slightly disheartening for me. Because we did not participate. I felt left out. We didn’t do a tree, or presents, or take a picture with Santa, or get matching PJs. What we did do was we gave gifts to our celebrating friends. My father had this cute thing he used to do where he would set out…
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