Blame it on the Catholic convent education, but I've gone right off it all these days. I had the kids christened but if the Ball & Chain hadn't mentioned it, I probably wouldn't have bothered. They go to a non-religious school where, I'm happy to say, they celebrate a variety of religions with their peers. The school "Holiday" concert includes Hannukah and Kwaanza songs, Chinese New Year and Diwali are also recognised throughout the year.
The Queenager has been taking herself off to the local church every Sunday for almost a year, and if she wants to take things further I will fully support her, although I can't really see me tagging along every week. In short, although my mother and in-laws are probably praying for my soul, I think I do a pretty good job of keeping my thoughts to myself.
However, every once in a while I acknowledge that perhaps my kids don't know quite enough about Christianity.
"Mommy, what's a priest?" (Answer - A man who works in a church. Come on, he's only 6)
"Deck the hall with flowers and cauli. Fa la la la la...." (Gulp)