First Hanukkah without kiddos, and their first without a menorah. Living away from home in Christmas land, the memories of Hanukkahs past but faint echoes somewhere in their hearts, I wonder if, despite the way I raised them, this sentiment may have been part of their ethos—
Not me. For me, Christmas lights, trees and carols are for the outside. Lovely, but other.
Home, on the other hand, is all Hanukkah. Lovely, and ours.
This year it’s just us—