Ah, the polka dancing, the drinking of bees knees, honeysuckle and black daisies (Thanks, Putney Farm), the fresh-made latkes, the hugging, the crying, the singing of Adam Sandler’s Hanukkah Song . . . . we never wanted it to stop! But alas, we’re pooped! So, back to work . . . after a nap of course!
May you live long and prosper! Till we meet again next year at the menorah!