Growing up, December 25th always followed a similar pattern. After sleeping in, we would go to my favourite Chinese restaurant on Eglinton, where all my friends and their families were also eating brunch. We would socialize, eat and then, en masse, head to the movies to see the latest blockbuster release. After, we would head home for dinner and family time. There were no chestnuts roasting on an open fire, no Santa Claus and no tree with tinsel. We celebrated Hanukah.
