TWAS THE FIRST NIGHT OF HANUKKAH (a funny poem)

TWAS THE FIRST NIGHT OF HANUKKAH



Twas the first night of Hanukkah, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The menorah was placed in the window with care, in hopes that our evening visitor would soon be here.

Mama in her kerchief, and I in my Yarmulke, had just settled down for the 8 nights of Hanukkah.

When up on the roof top there arose such a clatter, that I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

I rushed out the door and went outside, and looked up at the rooftop to behold an amazing sight.

For up on the roof top, my gazing eyes did see, was a gallant black stallion and its rider, Judah the Maccabee.

He got down from his horse and looked all around, his eyes met mine and shouted, “I'm Jerusalem bound!”

I thought for a moment, of what I could say, and finally replied; “Yo Judah, you're in the US of A”

but we've been expecting you any way, come down from the roof and just follow me this way!”

“Might as well” sighed Judah as he dismounted his horse, “but I can't stay long, got to get back on course”

So Judah jumped down from the roof with a bound, but not empty handed, and that was a fact, for on his back he bore a large, heavy sack.

He entered our house, and went straight to the kitchen, put his sack down next to a defrosting chicken.

He took from his sack, and put on the table, all sorts of treats, as quick as he was able.

Latkes, apple sauce, sour cream, and bagels, lox and cream cheese he arranged on the table.

To be sure this was one night we would never forget, the kindness of Judah who kept us well fed.

With the sack now empty, he climbed back to the roof, he jumped on his horse and rode out of sight, saying; “Happy Hanukkah to all, and to all a good night.”



by Jacob Ben Avraham