"Two Religions, On Christmas" on Bustle.com

It was always my father who signaled the beginning of our ritual, a few hours after sunset on Christmas Eve. It was time to “drive around.” I’d lead the way, with my younger siblings close behind. We’d pile into our family minivan, and, barely constrained by seat belts, rock and squirm with larger-than-life delight as our father started the engine and backed out of the driveway —Christmas had begun. (read more)