20 December 2005

Channukah poem

Via Indri, I learn of a witty Channukah poem.
Now I send out this message
to all fellow Yids
who felt a bit slighted
when you were just kids:
It's a little uneven, but the ending is a kicker.

5 comments:

Reya Mellicker said...

Danielle was thrilled to find out you'd posted her Hanukah poem, even though that blog is about the humiliation she suffered because her mother sent it to everyone she knew. Actually I was thrilled to see her poem here. I love the half-degree of separation in the blogosphere especially hook ups from left to right coast. Thank you!

Anonymous said...

Straight through college, as I remember, you and your brother were over-gifted. It must have been confusing when you were younger.

Love,

Mom

Jonathan Korman said...

Kids never find anything confusing; to them, its just how things are. I tell folks that I grew up with syncreticism, and we would have celebrated Chinese New Year if we thought we could get away with it.

I kind of dug how, to make things stretch over eight days, the Channukah gifts would get pretty random. Is today a day for an elaborate, cool set of Legos, or a single boring pair of socks? The suspense!

Jonathan Korman said...

The blogosphere is a small world. And more than once, I've discovered that a blogger I know and like from pure text turns out to be a F2F friend of a friend.

Anonymous said...

It is nice to know that socks are traditional Chanukah presents in other places then Chicago, or my cousins' houses all over the country.

Indri's Mom