On the first night of Hanukkah, my kinder, they said to me, “When will we go get our Christmas tree?”
On the second night of Hanukkah, the maideleh’s, they asked for Santa, so I asked my Mrs., “Please! Pass me more Mylanta?”
On the third night of Hanukkah, this came from the mouth of my Little, “What’s with those latkes burning on the griddle?”
On the fourth night of Hanukkah, Big, she said outright, “This is what happens for eight crazy nights?
By the fifth night of Hanukkah, the menorah was buried on the shelf. Mensch on the Bench has nothing over that meshuggeneh elf!
By the sixth night of Hanukkah, we did homework and gai schluffin; the mention of dreidel sent the kinder a-runnin’
By the seventh night of Hanukkah, our Christmas stockings were all lined up. Hanukkah, jeez… why am I dreying my kup?
By the eighth night of Hanukkah, clearly not going as planned. Us Jews, we must schmooze and do a total re-brand.
So for all who may attempt the menorah with delight, have fun, nosh on latkes, and to all a good night.
If grandma had a beard, she would be grandpa. Oyb di bobe volt gehat a bord, volt zi geven a zeyde.
That’s Hanukkah in a Christmas world. All is good.
A bei gezunt! In good health!