This is Chanukah, night #2. The latkes are settling in my stomach…heavily. Little Bit used hers to make an applesauce sandwich.
Each night the girls take turns lighting the candles on the menorah. I recite the blessing I memorized in Sunday school lo those many years ago, and they imitate the unfamiliar Hebrew words.
Tigger: Mom, what does that mean?
TR: It means ‘Blessed art thou oh Lord our God, King of the Universe, blah blah blah, Happy Chanukah.’
Tigger: (looks at me skeptically)
TR: Well I know it starts that way. They all start that way.
Yeah, I’m a lousy Jew. Fine. I’ll look it up.
Barukh atah Adonai, Eloheinu, melekh ha’olam
Blessed are you, Lord, our God, sovereign of the universe
asher kidishanu b’mitz’votav v’tzivanu
Who has sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us
l’had’lik neir shel Chanukah. (Amein)
to light the lights of Chanukkah. (Amen)
Now we all know.
BTW, how come Christians don’t celebrate Chanukah? It’s an Old Testament thing, no? What, Jesus came along and you forgot all about Judah and the Macabees?