The Golem was not having a very good first day of Hanukkah. He put a tasteful menorah up at his job but some coworker hid it behind these creepy animatronic elves waving electric candles. He tried to sing a little “Maoz Tzur” on a street corner to get people in the spirit, but a nearby store just upped the volume on their “Jingle Bell Rock.” And every time he spun his dreidel, someone dropped an entire bag of Christmas gifts on it. He was a man of mud in a city of Gentiles, and he felt he would never belong.
But then that night he had dinner at his great aunt’s house and she said to him, “How come you never call? What, you’re too busy for me now?” He felt an overwhelming wave of guilt, then smiled and thought, Ah, I’m home now.
8 December 2012 • 205 notes on Tumblr