Chanukah Poem

Feel free to add your own verses of Jewish splendor... It'd be a real mitzvah.

'Twas the night before Chanukah, and on top of the table
Not an object was stirring, not even a dreidel.

The candles were placed in the menorah with care
In hopes that Chanukah Harry soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of potato latkes danced in their heads.

And Bubelah in her nightgown and I in my skullcap
Had just settled in for a long Kislev nap.

When outside of the bedroom I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the kitchen, I ran a bit off kilter,
Where I found a sideburned man with his hands in the gefilte.

A little old man dressed in fancy blue rags
Putting out Chanukah gifts with Chanukah gift tags.

He lined all the presents 'round the Chanukah bush;
I nearly yelped for joy but he bade me to shush.

He asked me if we had any snacks kosher;
Having just watched Fargo, I replied, "Oh, sure."

After he'd eaten, he felt kind of heavy...
He gathered his things and jumped into his Chevy.

And as he prepared to speed out of sight,
he shouted:
Happy Chanukah to all--oy vey--and good night!


Originally Posted: Tuesday, December 13, 2006
(Then) Curent Mood: mildly creative
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