The actual seder table I sit at each year on the first night of Passover.
Passover that is, not Christmas. Which is not to say that I don’t like Christmas because I do, but I have grown to love Passover or Pesach as it’s also known.
Passover is the holiday that celebrates the Israelite exodus from Egypt. After generations of slavery, Moses led them back to the land of Israel. It’s a time to remember Jewish history, honour the sacrifices of the Jews that came before us and think about the chains that we, as a society, still wear. While there is a serious aspect to this holiday, it is still very much another “They tried to kill us, we survived, now let’s eat!”-type of celebration too.
I just love everything about Passover. The long table at my fiance’s parents’ house that is arranged to accommodate lots of people, the bright tulips that usher in another spring, the familiar chatter of everyone as they find their places and the gefilte fish on my plate that seems to tease me as I sit hungrily through the pre-dinner rituals…
But perhaps the best thing about Passover for me is, with this being my third one, I now know what to expect during a seder. And, as someone who loves traditions, that is the best. This is not to say that I always know what’s going on, because there is a long list of very specific things to do, but I “get” the significance of the holiday and can even sort of sing along to my favourite Passover song Chad Gadya.
The best part is – I get to do it all over again for the second night of Passover!