Well, hello Hanukkah. It’ll be nice to have you around for the next eight days.
Thanks for the sufganiot. Especially the ones with the messy powdered sugar and the runny caramel filling. (Don’t tell anyone, but they’re much better than American doughnuts). Really, the only things that come close are real Boston cream pies — or Swedish semlor.
Thanks for adding a bit of sparkle to this time of year. The menorah decorations on the streetlight poles, the huge electric menorahs at traffic circles and city squares, and the tiny, real flames in apartment windows. Candles that must not be hidden because they’re spreading the news: great miracles happened here.
Thanks for the reminder that God’s house cannot remain empty, that tyrants must fall, that the battle is not to the mighty, but to the brave, and the faith-filled, even when they’re small.