Tomorrow night here in Israel we will celebrate the first night of Chanukah (I’ll be lighting candles with the little family next door and stuffing my face with latkes and sufganiot –homemade sufganiot, mind you, by my neighbour and that beat the pants off the ones you can get at the best bakery here if last year was anything to go by). The first actual day of Chanukah falls on Thursday, which is also the American holiday Thanksgiving. Folks in the U.S. are thus celebrating what they are calling Thanksgivvukah. Here, we have our priorities straight, rallying round the table for potato pancakes and jelly donuts (sufganiot) rather than a deceased bird, and so I’m calling the holiday this year Changiving. It definitely deserves a special name because Chanukah and Thanksgiving will not both fall on the same day for another 70,000 years. Yeah, this isn’t just a once in a lifetime experience but a once in tens of thousands of generations experiences. So enjoy your Turkey or Tofurkey and dude, definitely enjoy your jelly donuts, and consider that celebrating the miracle of Chanukah is something of a special miracle this year.
(I’ve got tons to blog about tomorrow: my new and exciting purchase that I totally can’t afford but really do need, my exciting bus ride home, politics, kvetches, and cats)