Last year, enchanted with the burning of candles during Deborah's Hanukkah celebration, I resolved to celebrate the holiday this year by lighting candles. I even bought a menorah on sale. Alas, the first night of Hanukkah arrived and I couldn't find the menorah. So I improvised. One candle, one candlestick.
Sadly, my glass candlestick was not up to the rigors of hot flame and it broke, necessitating the blowing out of the Hanukkah candle.
It was not the most auspicious beginning.
It was not the most auspicious beginning.
2 comments:
Oh drat! Ever find the menorah?
I did, indeed on the second night, discover where the menorah was.
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