Going away. Coming home.
I grew up in a small town where everyone looked like me. As far as I knew, the world was full of people who looked like me and believed the same things that I did. I had friends of different faiths, and I just thought it was pretty cool that they got eight nights of presents instead of just one day. And what if they were right about the whole Jesus thing? I mean, it seemed as much of a possibility as anything else I was being taught.