Obviously, I'm not practicing Judaism either. Because I know I'm Jewish, and deep down inside it makes a difference. I can't pick and choose, even if everyone else on the planet does. I'm afraid the net result is I feel caught between two worlds. And I really hate not being able to enjoy Christmas any more.
Some years are better than others.
Before we acquired our second cat, who is addicted to climbing, we had Christmas trees. I loved having live trees in the house, aglow with tiny fairy lights and shiny ornaments and strings of beads. I often sat and looked at them far into the night when the rest of the house was dark and cold, reveling in the vivid jeweled colors of the lights casting rainbows across the floor and admiring the glittering tinsel moving gently in the faint air movements. Alas, we have no more elaborate displays of tannenbaum with the advent of Keiko who would assuredly create a disaster. We put a small tree outside on the back porch with big outdoor bulbs on it, and I enjoyed it, but it wasn't the same.