At sundown Festival of Lights began. The past few years college son Ben has not been home for 8 nights of kitchy trinkets carefully chosen by Dr.Husband. Every year we’d all recite the Hebrew ‘baruch atah…something, something…’ I can only say it when they do…as Ben lit the candles. Then we’d make him do ‘Come Light the Menorah’ song and dance before he could open a prize and get chocolate gelt from the stocking with stars of David on it. I miss it. Sent real gelt to him in the East Village this year, not the same.
Thanks for the blocks, Aunt CandyPants,
now what do I do with them? – Jake
As a ‘cashew’ Ben was always the envy of his cuzins. He got to do Hanukkah and Christmas with all the trimmings and presents. This year is Jake’s first Hanukkah and as a ‘cashew’ too he’ll be here for Christmas. The tradition continues. Happy Hanukkah Chanukah.