Since I became an adult I've never been very good at these December holidays. Generally I prefer the food and community overdose of Thanksgiving to the consumption frenzy of Christmas. But now I have a two year old, so it's time to get on the ball. I visited my grandmother earlier this year when she was busy downsizing and she bestowed one of her menorahs on Ezra and me. It's been sitting in his room ever since and when he started singing Happy Birthday to it and pretending to blow out the imaginary candles, I decided we should teach him about Chanukah.
Now I don't know much about Chanukah beyond the basics. In the past week we have shown Ezra how to light the candles from right to left and we read the prayer. Then I give him a new dinosaur each night because (as we explained to him) dinosaurs are an integral part of Chanukah. And then he sings Happy Birthday and blows the candles out.
Then tonight, after that, we decorated a Christmas tree.
I like to think of this as the kind of flexible, creative thinking you can engage in when like me, you don't observe any religion and yet feel entitled to pervert any demonstration of religiosity for the purposes of your own family fun.