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 back—unless 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 couldn’t cancel Christmas, could you? But that’s exactly what Miles’ mom was trying to do.“We’re Jewish,” she said, in the calm, even way that drove him crazy. “We don’t want to celebrate it anymore.”How 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.“You can’t do that!”“It’s not something we’re doing. We want to stop participating in something we feel is wrong. It’s part of our new commitment to Judaism, that’s all.”“This is Jesse’s fault, isn’t it?” he asked, staring at his little brother, playing with Legos on the other side of the room. “This has nothing to do with Jesse,” his mom said.“Yeah, right.”“Jesse!” Jesse shouted. “J… S… E… Jesse!”Everybody who thought Jesse was all cuteness and innocence hadn’t seen the kid whipping his Captain Smartypants blanket around, knocking the glass jars of shells and pennies off Miles’ shelves last week. The kid thought he was just like Captain Smartypants, which was—by the way—the absolute dumbest name for a superhero, probably ever.Santa was only the final straw. Like she’d announced that they didn’t 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 wasn’t the point. It was the package: the tree, the stockings, the presents, the songs. You couldn’t just drop a family tradition like some kind of smelly rotten egg.“Miles, I can see that you’re very upset. I’m sorry this is so tough. Your father and I just can’t imagine celebrating Christmas again this year, period. Not now that we’re working so hard to be better Jews.”“And forcing me to be one, too!”“I can see how you’d see it that way. Let’s think about this and talk again in a couple of days when you’re less upset.”“Whatever,” said Miles, doing his best to roll his eyes so she’d get his point.“Miles!” she said sharply. “Do not use that word… that way.” “I meant, ‘whatever you say, mom.’”“Just think about it. Cool off. We’ll talk soon.”“Sure,” he said, and walked away before he could hear her objection to that one-word response.That was his mother’s solution for everything, Miles thought as he stormed up to his room. She’d 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 didn’t want to do.He knew because she’d done it about his new school, and then again at Hallowe’en. Basically, every time something good rolled around that they weren’t supposed to do anymore. But Hallowe’en was one thing, Christmas… that was special.No way would he ever come around. He’d 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.