Despite the fact that Jews don't celebrate Xmas (though many of them, at least from my mother's sort of Jew do have Chaunaka bushes in lieu of Xmas trees), today I discovered the perfect gift to give ANY Jew, at basically any time:
A copy of the Diary of Anne Frank.
This is more then just irony, this is pure genius. I mean, it's a chance to look at your Jewy friends and go, "Hey, I know I'm not a Nazi, but I'm sorry about that whole thing where that genocide happened, so Merry Xmas, even though you don't celebrate Xmas, also I speak in incredibly long sentences because I'm talking really fast because I'm nervous that if you're offended by this gift I will never be able to get a loan again."
I'm thinking I'm going to approach a large retailer with this idea. Maybe we can put together a package deal of The Diary of Anne Frank, a gold felt Star of David to stick on your coat, and like a free ham.
