Penny Cooper read the lease for Apartment 320, where we live now, and it says No Candles.
With Hannukah approaching, great concern arises.
Meetings are held, and a contingent representing those who most love to set things on fire come forth.
"We request an exemption," they say, "because we are Zoroastrians!"
The delegates are hurriedly recalled, and hushed consultation ensues.
The delegation returns.
"... Because we are Jewish."
And for good measure they throw in, "Also, Orphans!"
(They aren't any religion, really, not actually caring about that human stuff. But they do love holidays.)
Today, with Hannukah starting at sundown, I find an electric menorah at work, and thus whoever controls Miracles & Wonders shows themselves to be responsive to the hearts of dolls and bears, and to subscribe to the old wisdom:
The show must go on!
Golda the bear and the girlettes struggle to untangle the cord of the electric menorah before the sun sets
"Silly bear!"
BELOW: A moment of panic. "This outlet was not designed for toys! We lack the height!"
But circus experience comes in handy, and a solution is found.
And, ta-da!
The bulbs twist on and off, so every night you can light a new candle.
P.S. 6:17 p.m. Oh, wow! I set the menorah in the window, and JUST NOW I heard children's voices, passing by on the sidewalk outside, and a woman--their mother?--said in a voice of happy surprise,
"Oh, look! They have a menorah!"
It brought tears to my eyes to think we've shared this little bit of light and hope and praise.
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And so, now it is dark, and I offer my personal favorite prayer for dark times.
Watch, Creator, with
those who work or wake or weep tonight.
Give the angels and saints
charge over those who sleep.
Tend Your sick ones,
rest Your weary ones, bless Your dying ones,
Soothe the suffering ones,
pity all the afflicted ones,
Shield the joyful ones, and all for Your
love's sake.
Amen.
