Even though everyone has Christmas on the brain, we happily pushed that aside tonight to celebrate the first night of Hanukkah. The miracle of lights which has a whole new meaning for us after the five days in the dark. After lighting our two menorahs we all chowed down on Jason's latkes. A few years ago the kids wouldn't touch them, but tonight we all enjoyed them. Most of us eating them with applesauce, Noah going for the ketchup. At least he ate them!
Speaking of latkes, Jason picked up a great book this weekend called The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming, a Christmas Story by Lemony Snicket. It's the story of a misunderstood latke who is exasperated because people aren't listening when he says Hanukkah has nothing to do with Christmas. "It is very frustrating not to be understood in this world. If you say one thing and keep being told that you mean something else, it can make you want to scream. But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us, whether you are an electric form of decoration, peppermint-scented sweet, a source of timber, or a potato pancake." I hope our kids can be like the latke... explaining to everyone, even the people who don't want to hear it, that each holiday is different, and both are special.
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