Wind rustling the evergreens, shaking snowflakes, piling up, almost covering the windows. Papa’s unable to leave for shul, stays home. Mama’s chicken soup simmers on the fireplace. Every window prominently displays nine Hanukah candles. Mama lights the Sabbath candles. Papa finishes praying, makes the benediction for the wine, rolls, as we begin our festive dinner.
Wind howling ushers in a persistent knocking. A Cossak, almost buried in snow, enters. Set down by the fire, fed some chicken soup, soon dozes off. Next morning he says he’d gotten lost, saw lights shining in the darkness – a Hanukah miracle – saving his life.
Wind howling ushers in a persistent knocking. A Cossak, almost buried in snow, enters. Set down by the fire, fed some chicken soup, soon dozes off. Next morning he says he’d gotten lost, saw lights shining in the darkness – a Hanukah miracle – saving his life.
