So I'm a mutt who was raised in a mostly psuedo-bootleg-vanilla-Christiany household-- except when my Grandmother was around and then we were an 'interfaith' family. By that, of course, I mean I am completely Agnostic and have ignored about half of what Leviticus says I should do with my life, and neither of my parents are particularly religious either. Then I married a no-faith-but-from-a-sorta-Christian-background woman. So honestly, right now there's a Christmas tree in my house and stockings on the mantle.
About the only time I get to acknowledge that my Great Grandmother got the fuck out of Poland and came to America is when the Jews at work --and there are a bunch of them (us?) --periodically "claim" me. Also, about two years ago my oldest child got really interested in having a fancy ethnic background so tried doing Hanukkah and played dreidel and talked about the things I remember from when I was a kid and my Grandmother would do her best to teach me to be a Jew.
Cliff's Notes: I'm a really bad Jew, but if I ever find faith, it's what I'll gravitate towards I think.