‘Twas the month before Hanukkah
The leaves had been turning
Though it should have been cold
The weather was burning.1
Thanksgiving had passed
Black Friday came and went
We avoided buyer’s remorse
Despite the money we spent.
But the music had started
(A bit later, to be fair)
The onslaught of Christmas
Could be felt in the air. Continue reading “A Hanukkah Poem”
