I heard that Associated Content was looking for stories on Hanukah memories, so here are my fond memories..
Memories of Hanukah
Ah yes, I have tender memories of Hannah. She was the first girl I kissed and…
What? Memories of Hanukah? Whoops – sorry about that.
Ah yes I remember going to the Temple in our buggy, our simple way of life, no electricity, no phones..
What? Hanukah is NOT an Amish holiday. It is a Jewish holiday?
Fine, just fine – you don’t have to get so snippy.
Ah yes, my fond memories of Hanukah, the Hanukah Christmas Pageant with the three wise woman saying to their sons – “What, you think you are so smart. Computers – ahh, my son is playing with toys and meanwhile Murray’s mother can brag. Her son is going to be a doctor. My son – ahh the heartache..”
What? What? What do you mean we can’t talk about a Christmas Pageant. Why NOT!! This is getting VERY annoying. What – the Jewish people don’t believe in Christmas. Whoops.”
Ah yes, my fond memories of Hanukah, as we all left unleavened bread and kosher pickles out for Santa as he came down the ..,
What? What is WRONG this time? What – you don’t think I am really Jewish? That I am writing this just to make money? I resemble that remark! Why would you think that? The Jewish people, GOD BLESS my dead mother, don’t believe in Santa Claus? I am sorry, but my poor Jewish mother, GOD BLESS my dead mother, never told me that me that before she passed over.
Get it – Passed Over?
Okay, Okay, I will shut up and share my Hanukah memories.
Ah yes, many times we would stay after school as dusk descended and we would kick the old dreadle around the field as our mothers called us home for supper..
What – you really don’t believe I am Jewish? Why? Oh it is dreidel ? I am SO sorry.
Ah yes, I remember those cold winter evenings, I would come in from herding the pigs..
WHAT NOW – Oh Jewish people do not eat pork? No, trust me I am really Jewish!
Anyway, I remember I would return home on those long winter evenings and mom would be cooking that delicious dreidel stew and I
WHAT! You are getting VERY annoying. A dreidel is not food. Who knew? Come on – trust me, I am Jewish and I am not writing this just to get money, Okay a dreidel is kinda like a Jewish dice, I got it.
Ah yes, I remember those days in Brooklyn. I would be rolling dreidels with the guys and hoping I wouldn’t crap out. Come on baby, baby needs new shoes.
WHAT!!! Oh you don’t play craps with a dreidel. Then Mr. Smartie Pants, WHY would you have one? HELLO?
What is that. You won’t accept my story on my Hanukah memories. Be that way about it. I guess I won’t tell you how we use to gather around our Hanukah Tree and sing Hanukah carols.
Ah yes, I remember when we would light the twelve Memories candle celebrating the twelve days of …