I tend to forget sometimes that my daughter is also a citizen of Israel. My wife, who should have married a good Jewish boy, maybe a doctor, is one of the Chosen People, although she admits openly that she's Jewish in much the same way I'm a minister. She was raised in all the traditions, but you'll be hard pressed to find a more acute case of Christmas Envy. So the holiday focus at our house has been almost exclusively on the one which favors electricity.
So I've been thinking about how to acknowledge the Festival of Lights without (a) misrepresenting it, and (b) misspelling it (which, apparently, is impossible as long as you're close). But before I could come up with anything clever I found this in today's paper. From what I'm told by my better half, this pretty much sums it up. Shalom!