Each night of Hannukah this year, we have been attending the candle lighting ceremony at the Jewish Community Center, where Levi and Lilah go to preschool (and where Ezra used to go before he began Christian Academy).
In addition to the actual lighting of the candles (and associated blessings), there is also much wonderful singing, led by this awesome woman named Penny who has a lovely voice and plays a mean acoustic guitar. One of the Hannukah songs that get a lot of play is the "dreidl song," the first verse of which goes:
I have a little dreidl, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, oh dreidl I shall play
Penny has been encouraging families to come up with their own versions of this first verse. Every night, after leading the group in singing the song the original way, she asks if anyone has made up any new lyrics. She strums the guitar dramatically and sings slowly,
"I have a little dreidl, I made it out of--"
and then waits for somebody to pipe up. Some examples of verses that have been introduced this year include:
I have a little dreidl, I made it out of gum
And when I tried to spin it, it stuck right to my thumb
and
I have a little dreidl, I made it out of snow
I put it in the oven, where did my dreidl go?
Tonight, Penny provided that same dramatic introduction before turning the song over to the small group of families collected there.
"I have a little dreidl," she began. "I made it out of--"
"PENIS!" Lilah shouted, with glee.
Which wasn't embarrassing at all. Nope, not in the least.
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Ha! There is a story to tell at her wedding.
Ah yes...just another of those things you can use someday as justification when, after "supposedly" embarrassing your children and they ask you "why?" you did what you did...I'm making a list...and it's becoming a really long list!! May the "force" be with all us Mothers!!
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