The trees shed their coats of snow…uncovering remains of last season’s color.
Imagine the strength? To survive? To endure?
To shine bright in spite?
Tonite - we light the first candle.
We sing. We eat latkes. We spin dreidels.
We celebrate a miracle.
A single drop of oil burned for eight days long.
Like the trees in winter.
We bend in the wind. We do not break.
We carry on.