I have had one Christmas Eve (24/12) and I am about to have another (6/1 ). I am between two Christmases-the West and the East.
My tradition is the Western one, which comes first and I am free to do what I like (within reason). The next one is of my husband and his family and at that one I do as I am told.
I am between Christmases.
This is becoming the story of my life, stuck in the middle trying to reconcile and live on both sides. One Christmas here and one Christmas there . A foot in each world, but not my whole being.
It would be most joyful and convenient if both Christmases could be combined to have a huge celebration and please everybody, but alas no, most people seem to want their own Christmas. The sharing Christmas people are few.
I can compare this present Christmas arrangement to my life in Jerusalem.
I live on one side but go freely and happily to the other. It might take switching car signs for the checkpoint and language, having closer thoughts about dress code and behaviour and, of course, checking the news for danger and trouble, but it is possible at the moment.
I am living between two Christmases.
It is a privilege to be able to do this but wouldn't it be nice if I did not have to? If say, there was one Christmas that everybody joined in together without thought or reason?
My reality is I am living between two Christmases.
Meanwhile, I busy myself with all sorts of complicated arrangements and do the best I can.
Conclusion: Two Christmases are better than none.