Oy vey!

I remember being a little kid, wondering for years why we didn't have a Christmas tree; I remember wanting to be a part of something so badly, I denied my Jewish roots; I remember sitting in silent shame, as I sat in midnight masses. I must tell you, this absurdity went on for years, until I finally woke up and realized that it was rather fantastic being Jewish. Not because we have 8 days of Chanukah (which sadly means to some, a present a day), but because Judaism is rich in tradition, and love, and laughter, and song. Chanukah is a celebration of light, not "stuff" and as we trudge through this mire of holiday cheer, this is what I must remember.

So, here's to a brightly lit, warm song of a season.