Well, it ended. After eight crazy nights (to borrow from Adam Sandler), Chanukah has wrapped up for another year.
Did I light candles?
Did I play dreidel?
Not yet (but I’m teaching my fourth graders how on Friday, so that totally counts, right?).
Did I eat latkes? Yes. They weren’t as good as my homemade ones, but I haven’t made them in years, so they’ll have to do.
Did I eat a donut? Yes, although it wasn’t specifically for Chanukah, but I used it as an excuse.
Did I sing the dreidel song? You bet.
Did I exchange gifts with anyone? Yes. My mom and my son specifically. Thank you Shutterfly, for creating a calendar that my mother loves. After all, what do you give the mom and grandma that has everything? She did love the college beanie that my son gave her, though. She gave him a toothbrush and mini toothpaste. From the dentist. And floss. From the dentist. He was gracious. To be fair she has a check for him too, but she decided to save that for Christmas, so he’ll have something to open.
Did I commemorate the miracle of the oil lasting eight days?
I’d say so, yes.
So there, I did celebrate Chanukah. I even did a Chanukah themed puzzle on my iPad, plus I listened to some Chanukah music. Oh I so did Chanukah this year. I’m good, at least until next year.
Now it’s on to the next holiday. Ho ho ho, happy holidays!