Hanukkah 2010 – A Look at Our Lights

I wanted to share with you some photos we took of our menorah on the 8th (and final) night of Hanukkah. I’ve always thought Hanukkah was such a special holiday, and a beautiful one too. The menorah has always held the same beauty for me as a Christmas Tree. I remember lighting the menorah for the first time when I was 14 and seeing everyone’s faces lit by candlelight.

Menorah 2010

If you’re curious about Hanukkah, I thought I’d link you up to a few useful spots:

Here’s some information on the Christian perspective of Hanukkah.

And here’s how the Jews celebrate it.

And here’s how to play dreidle, which is an awesome game.

Menorah 2010 Bright

My husband made latkes this year which were delicious and we had celebrations on the first night and the 8th night this year.

By the way, there are 9 candles on a menorah (remember, there are only 8 nights) because the middle one, called the Shumash (‘helper’) is used to light the other ones. So, you light the middle one first and then use that one to light all the others.

Menorah 2010 8th Night

The 8th night was fun. We played a game of dreidle and I promptly lost all my gelt and was out in two rounds.

We all read the story of Hanukkah and each read a paragraph. I think storytelling is an important tradition.

story of hanukkahWhat about you? Have you ever celebrated Hanukkah? Or maybe just lit a few candles to celebrate something? That’s sort of what a Christmas Tree and a Menorah do— you light them up to celebrate good things! In the dark of winter, bringing twinkling lights into your home is a beautiful and meaningful way to warm things up.

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  1. Kathleen Young says:

    You described it all so beautifully. As to lighting the dark, many years ago when I attended a Catholic boarding school I can remember that you could climb the many many stairs of the convent to enter the cool quiet chapel, where there was always a single candle burning throughout the night and the wee hours of the morning. Since prayer is a kind of meditation in a way that candle often became an object to focus on whlst thoughts meandered their way around my brain. What pleasure a simple light can bring.

    • Kathleen, there is something about Catholic schools and stairs. I attended a Catholic school 1-8th grade and it had these awesome, sparkly, marble stairs in cream and seafoam green–four flights of them. On each of the landings was a little window with some sort of religious statue—very old statues with aging paint and lots of little details. I still remember grabbing the ornate, metal railing, watching the steps sparkle beneath me and seeing the statues at the top of each flight of stairs. No candles here, but I remember my wandering thoughts as I walked the steps. Just made me remember this! ;)