Thanks, Dani. I just object -- strenuously-- when someone, anyone, takes their religious terms and tries to shove me, square peg that I am, into that round hole. If not observing something isn't blasphemy than that something isn't holy, or sacred, by the very definition of holy or sacred. You can THINK of me as sacred if you must, but you may not call what I do "making" anything holy. You can do the making, but you can't say that I am doing it, when I'm not, sorry! I think it was the phrase doing these things in awareness of them, of your part in them, MAKES them holy, and makes time spent with people you love sacred - if you'd simply added "to me" at the end, I'd not have argued other than to add QWell, not to me! It's this exact taking of a religious aspect of something, and turning into the very definition of that something even for the nonbelievers that I find so oppressively repugnant. The Nazis did exactly that to my Mom's family, who may have been Jewish by some definitions, but who celebrated Christmas, with live candles on the tree. Didn't help them one little bit, Barney!