Latkes spilled over onto tables, virtually indistinguishable from the dreidels and gelt; and local vendors--Miriam, International Taste, De Nonna Rosa and Pinkberry plied their trade.
The 8th graders were there, too, collecting donations to help fund their upcoming February trip to Israel. 8 years ago, when we decided to remake Hebrew school, one of the initiatives was to link 6th, 7th and 8th grade in a kind of inseparable, three year program that culminated in the Israel trip. It's been working great so far and leads to a greater sense of bonding among the kids. If you want to support the 8th graders trip, by the way, you can donate HERE.
I told this last story to our Early Childhood Center kids today at the celebration. We are here today in large part because of the good that we do in the name of what our Tradition demands of us. I'm not sure they grasped it but I have a feeling it might seep in. Like the Hanukah oil burned beyond it's expected, allotted time. Miraculous that we are still here, isn't it. Unique and miraculous.