The holiday bonfire

What were my holidays like?
Well, being Jewish, we didn’t write letters for Santa or go to the mall to sit in his lap.
Still, we looked through the Sears catalog and picked out what we’d want for Hanukkah.
They’d buy some of it, wrap it, and hide it.
If we tried to find out where they hid it, or didn’t like our gifts, they’d give everything away to charity.
Or burn it in the driveway.
In a pile of all of our other things.
One year, I didn’t ask for anything.
They burned my stuff in the driveway anyway.