Once Upon a Time When America Had Christmas by Rabbi Aryeh SperoIt’s December 2030, and I’m shopping with my grandson in a mall in Northern Virginia. We’ve purchased a gift for a relative. “Gift wrap?” inquired the clerk. “Yes, thanks.” “Happy Chanukah, Merry Kwanzaa, or Eid Greetings?” I frowned. The clerk whispered, “Listen, I think there may still be a few rolls of Christmas wrap in the back if you want…” My grandson looked up at me and asked, “Why is the man whispering, Grandpa?” The clerk leaned over the counter: “The store’s Diversity Regulations stipulate that we’re no longer...