As we approach Thanksgiving, it occurs to me that this is going to be a strange Christmas season. Why? No Menorahs.
First off, I know just enough about the Jewish faith to probably stick my foot in my mouth a couple of times in this blog, but so be it. But as you probably know, I grew up in Detroit, a city with a large Jewish population. And as you would pass by a temple at Christmas time, it seemed like every one had an electric Menorah in front, with a new bulb (representing candles) being lit every evening at sundown. It's just the way it was. You'd think with 3 Jewish roomates in college I'd pick up a little knoledge about the religion (I didn't), but as I got older......and with the help of a Comparative Religion class in college......I learned more, and began to understand the meaning behind the Festival Of Lights. But it didn't matter.
What I did know as a high school kid was that it was a reflection of faith, in the same way we look at manger scenes and Christmas trees. And it was as much a part of the spirit of the Holiday Season as Santa Claus. And, Happy Hanukkah was nearly as common a phrase heard at that time as Merry Christmas in the part of the Detroit area that I lived in.
So tonight (Wednesday) at sundown, by a quirk in the Jewish calender, begins the 8 day festival. And to me it's going to seem odd that it isn't closer to Christmas, even though it is an accident of timing. And somewhere over the next few days I'll be sure to have a jelly doughnut (the chances of finding a Pazcki around here are slim, don't even try for a Sufganiyot) and think of times gone by. In any case, Happy Hanukkah.
Now, to the matters at hand, and one thing everyone can agree on. If you want to end war and such, you gotta sing loud.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.