My family and I are so close, it’s important to have a close knit relationship and to make time to spend with each other, especially at the holidays.
I love holidays in New York. I love ’em. I want to celebrate something all the time, and New York has holidays for every day of the week, practically. I like holidays in New York City.
I always believe holidays strengthen the family bond, away from our daily hectic schedules.
The house I’ve bought in London, the holidays, everything has been bought from making people laugh, and if you’d said to me when I was 14 that’s how I was going to make my living, I would have smiled from ear to ear.
I have to fit holidays around tournaments, particularly the grand slams, in Melbourne, Paris, London and New York.
The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree – those to me, are the scents of the holidays.
I was on the steering committee of the New York City Coalition on Muslim School Holidays.
When the holidays approach and the weather turns cold, you spend your nights watching and rewatching saccharine movies until you fall asleep, hoping for some gleam of happiness or catharsis that never comes, a version of life that looks like a Hallmark movie or where your idealized prince finally shows up.
Since Chip and I try to go on a date night once a week, we don’t feel the need to keep holidays like Valentine’s Day all to ourselves. We set the table fancy, we all get dressed up, and we serve a big, beautiful candlelight dinner. It’s our kids’ favorite, too.
As an actor, I always have this thing where I can’t plan ahead for holidays or a break because I don’t know when I might be needed for the next job.
They say you’re blessed to be a blessing to others. There’s no better time to live that saying then the holidays. Especially when so many families are struggling.
I take the six weeks of the school summer holidays off because I’m pretty sure I’m not going to look back on my life one day and say, ‘Damn, I wish I hadn’t spent so much time with my children.’
The best way to celebrate the holidays is with some delicious food.
In my work, I’m called to a job at the drop of a hat, so I like a sense of order to my holidays, and holding a map makes me happy.
As an Aussie, my favourite holidays are skiing ones.
Since I travel to the four corners of this planet for work, I don’t need sun holidays or that kind of thing.
One of the things that happens in my house on the holidays is after dessert, we sit down to a very ambitious men-versus-women game of Trivial Pursuit. It’s brutal. And there’s a trophy.
All in all, we Muslims have only two holidays, and they’re always getting moved around from season to season, from month to month, because we’re dependent on the moon and not the sun, and unlike the Jews, we haven’t created a leap year, so we have no Adar Bet.
I played a sport for most of my adult life that required me to work on two of the biggest holidays in America, Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Holidays are our one big family indulgence.
