Miracles & Wonder: Tuck and Roll

Four of my coworkers went out to the dumpster for a smoke break yesterday afternoon. I jumped on it and invited all of them to help me light the Hanukkah candles.

It was the wrong time of day, but Sander was mad at one of the coworkers and had told me he wouldn't sing the Hannukah prayer, so I extemporized. 
Which is to say, along with lighting the candles before sunset, I skipped prayer altogether. 
Em lit the wrong number of candles--should've been two--and then she lit her cigarette off the lead candle... 

These are the days of miracles and wonder, 
and these missteps don't matter. 
Light was lit.

We placed the menorah in a broken dollhouse out by the dumpster. With its carpeting samples and peeling wallpaper, "It looks like a crack house," Jester said.

"No, a crack home," said Em.
Home, sweet crack home.

Later Sander said, "There are six more nights of Hanukkah, we can do it another night."
Maybe. 
He and I only work together one more day this week, and on that day Marz might come to visit, in which case I am taking it off.

Again, doesn't matter. 
Even with rituals, there's always room for improv.