When Chanukah is Finally Over
By the end of Chanukah, I’ve had enough.
Enough days spent with a house-full of bored, hungry, fighting children.
And I don’t want it to end.
The candle-lit family dinners of latkes and sufganiot, the fun of everyone together. The magic.
This is why, the day after Chanukah, I always feel the exact same thing– really, really happy to have my house and routine back. And also really sad. How will I get through the rest of a cold, dreary December, January, February without those candles to light up all the gray?
Last year, at around 1 PM the day after the 8th candle-lighting I got quite a shock. I looked at my husband’s chanukiah outside our house and saw– one candle was still burning.
It felt like Hashem with that defiant, little flame was saying, “Chana’le, it might look dark out but the flames of Chanukah will continue to light up the world forever.”
That last defiant, little candle, a wink from Hashem.