The Night Before Hanukkah

By Natasha Wing

The very next evening, our family gathered ‘round. The Festival of Lights began right after sundown.

Our menorah was set out by the window with care. It’s an heirloom passed down from our great-grandma Claire.

Dad put on his yarmulke, pinned it down on his hair.

Then Mom lit the Shammosh candle after saying the first prayer

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