Chanukah In the snow

Chanukah in the snow, was that not my best childhood dream?

Chanukah in the snow, was that not what Chanukah was in all the story books?

I dream of looking at my father lighting the menorah with a backdrop of beautiful white snow falling right out the window. I imagine myself watching the bright little flames burning against the fresh snow. I take a deep breath as I smile and say “Oh this is Chanukah”.

Then I awake. That’s just another dream, I realize. Nothing more. Yes. Just a dream.

Don’t you know, Chabad doesn’t light the menorah by the window. We do it by our dining room doorway. Yes. Can you imagine? The backdrop is a wooden door post. Yes. All the romance is gone.

I know, It’s sad, today the first night of Chanukah the snow gently falls from the sky and just like you I wonder. Yes. I wonder just like you.

I ask; Is it even worth it? Chanukah in the snow. Is there a point now?

Chanukah in the snow, are you worth it?

Chanukah in the snow, I hope you are. I still dream of you.