No Santa!
Jennifer Tzivia MacLeod
eBook
(Safer Editions, Oct. 31, 2014)
No Santa?How could Miles' parents do this to him?Miles has been through lots of changes over the last year. He switched to a Jewish school, and started keeping Shabbat, even when it meant no more sleepovers. He could even handle not eating his Abuelita's home-baked cookies.But losing Santa? That just may be the straw that breaks the camel's backâunless Miles takes matters into his own hands.From the author of over a dozen books for kids comes a novel that will change the way you look at the holiday season.READ A SAMPLE FROM CHAPTER 1:------------------------------You couldnât cancel Christmas, could you? But thatâs exactly what Milesâ mom was trying to do.âWeâre Jewish,â she said, in the calm, even way that drove him crazy. âWe donât want to celebrate it anymore.âHow could she do this? And why now? Miles had been Jewish his whole life, all eleven years of it. This was the first year being Jewish got in the way of everything Miles wanted to do.âYou canât do that!ââItâs not something weâre doing. We want to stop participating in something we feel is wrong. Itâs part of our new commitment to Judaism, thatâs all.ââThis is Jesseâs fault, isnât it?â he asked, staring at his little brother, playing with Legos on the other side of the room. âThis has nothing to do with Jesse,â his mom said.âYeah, right.ââJesse!â Jesse shouted. âJ⌠S⌠E⌠Jesse!âEverybody who thought Jesse was all cuteness and innocence hadnât seen the kid whipping his Captain Smartypants blanket around, knocking the glass jars of shells and pennies off Milesâ shelves last week. The kid thought he was just like Captain Smartypants, which wasâby the wayâthe absolute dumbest name for a superhero, probably ever.Santa was only the final straw. Like sheâd announced that they didnât believe in the moon anymore, or in gravity, or tigers. Santa just was. He was just a fact of life. Not Santa exactly. No kid his age still believed in Santa, but that wasnât the point. It was the package: the tree, the stockings, the presents, the songs. You couldnât just drop a family tradition like some kind of smelly rotten egg.âMiles, I can see that youâre very upset. Iâm sorry this is so tough. Your father and I just canât imagine celebrating Christmas again this year, period. Not now that weâre working so hard to be better Jews.ââAnd forcing me to be one, too!ââI can see how youâd see it that way. Letâs think about this and talk again in a couple of days when youâre less upset.ââWhatever,â said Miles, doing his best to roll his eyes so sheâd get his point.âMiles!â she said sharply. âDo not use that word⌠that way.â âI meant, âwhatever you say, mom.âââJust think about it. Cool off. Weâll talk soon.ââSure,â he said, and walked away before he could hear her objection to that one-word response.That was his motherâs solution for everything, Miles thought as he stormed up to his room. Sheâd read it in one of her parenting books. Let everyone cool off, then talk about it again. It was supposed to be some famous way to convince kids to do stuff they didnât want to do.He knew because sheâd done it about his new school, and then again at Halloweâen. Basically, every time something good rolled around that they werenât supposed to do anymore. But Halloweâen was one thing, Christmas⌠that was special.No way would he ever come around. Heâd never let his parents convince him. Christmas was Christmas, and Santa was Santa. Miles had to find a way. He was not letting his parents cancel Christmas.