It’s rather sad when you hear some Catholics impose to non-Catholics how December 25 should be celebrated. Just this morning while having breakfast, my mom told me to start going to church again because we are 3 months away from December and I need to begin cleansing my soul for the special day. But I’m a Catholic turned Buddhist, so why should I do that? At that instant, I want to ignite a philosophical argument about religion with her, but I know that my mom didn’t have the kind of education I had years ago. Unlike me, she didn’t study the basic ontological principles and philosophy of behind her faith before she embraced it. My mother’s Catholicism wasn’t a free choice, but an acquired habit, a requisite to her upbringing, a contingent part of her childhood reality that her parents made indispensable and absolute, a pious norm that she inherited from her parents. I desperately wanted to shout back at her, but out of filial respect, I just shut my mouth and continued eating my bacon and eggs.