Yes, my khev’reh, my friends,
it is certainly that time of year again.
The time of candles that are lit on 8 nights;
the time of crappy presents and lights.
It’s that time of year, my dear, my leeb,
for Chanukah Schmanukah to come and leave.
The kids want to be excited, they do
but they are not as lucky at Cindy Lou Who.
There’s no fancy boym, no fancy tree
or any kind of fat man to sit on
while he bounces his knee.
The only way to make it fun
is adding this bit of Yiddish
while
I sip my rum.
Adam Sandler’s song will make you laugh,
but that only lasts for a short path,
and Yiddish is not always our fun toy
(except when we call you gentile or goy),
so let’s get through these eight days of lights,
Chaunkah, Schmanukah in all of its latke
delights.
Have a happy whatever it is you celebrate
and don’t forget, we hope it is all in gezunterheyt!