So. I was asked to write a Trailer Trash With a Girl’s Name short story for a Christmas anthology. My mother and my rabbi were horrified. But I withstood their ire and put together a story about my first ever Christmas miracle – the time in 1978 when Christmas Eve and the first day of Hanukkah fell on the same day.
It was the thing we had prayed for to our vengeful, desert-dwelling, bush-burning, Goyim-smiting (not you all – don’t worry – he’s semi-retired), planet-flooding, pillar of salt makeover-ing God for so long.
Convergence.
Check it out in the anthology Tangled Lights and Silent Nights, available for pre-order wherever Christmas music is playing.
https://www.amazon.com/Tangled-Lights-Silent-Nights-Anthology-ebook/dp/B07JDVSMK5
I admire you for writing that story. You had to find the best way to spell Hanukkah, for Pete’s sake!