By KAMILA KAHN
There are many things I don’t understand in life. Why Rob would take back Kristen. Why men wear stone wash jeans. Why anyone still listens to John Mayer. But there is one thing I really can’t understand – Santa.
I’m Muslim and I don’t celebrate Christmas. Just like the other 1.6 billion Muslims, 800 million Hindus and 13 million Jews around the world. That’s a lot of people who don’t partake in the December 25th celebrations, and yet I am still given that Pauline Hanson type ‘please explain’ look when I tell people I don’t do Christmas. Having been born and raised in Australia I am well aware of the Christian tradition and the commercial tradition of the day, but I still can’t get my head around Santa Claus.
Growing up surrounded by the festive tinsel and jingles in every shopping centre, I never questioned why I didn’t celebrate Christmas like my other friends. I didn’t understand why a one-day celebration took up the last three months of the year in decorations and planning, but went along for the ride anyway. Christmas just made me think of school holidays and the Boxing Day test match at the MCG.
But I knew that coming back to the new school year would bring with it that dreaded question, “What did Santa bring you this year?” I remember one time a teacher drilled me for a full ten minutes in front of the class as to why Santa brought me ‘nothing’. The thought of jolly St Nick not visiting my house left her outraged.