A Christmas Story by Larc
Early in my marriage, my wife and I went to visit an older cousin of mine. His mother and sister were JWs. He was not. In fact, he fought in WWII. During our visit he told me that he never celebrated Christmas so as not to offend his mother. This astounded me. He advised me not to make such a sacrifice, if I no longer believed the religion. That year we celebrated our first Christmas and loved it. One day two brothers came by to encourage us to come back to meetings. They could see the Christmas lights on the tree and hear the Christmas carols on my hifi. Of course, we did not answer the door.
In the spring, the brothers sent us a registered letter. My wife asked the mailman if we had to accept it. He said that we could refuse to sign for it. (I was like a deer in head lights at that moment. I'm glad my wife had such presence of mind.) Several more months went by. I got a job that took us to another city, and they never followed up, so I never met with them and I was never disfellowshipped.
We have lived happily ever after. At least at Christmas time.