Hanukkah O Hanukkah
Preface: Back in the day, when I lived in NYC, I took a fancy to writing haiku(s?) on the subway, most often about how evil Mayor Guiliani was/is, or about how fucked up welfare reform was, etc.
Present: last night, the first night of Hanukkah, we celebrated the festival of lights and the end of the vicious stomachbug that had been plaguing us, one by one, except for Sop.hie, for a week - a lovely celebration of miracles and Jews overcoming adversity. Around 8:30, Sop.hie started crying that she'd had too many Hanukkah cookies and her tummy hurt so much . . .
Hanukkah heaving,
Puking mespucha, now you.
First night, fifth puker.
Present: last night, the first night of Hanukkah, we celebrated the festival of lights and the end of the vicious stomachbug that had been plaguing us, one by one, except for Sop.hie, for a week - a lovely celebration of miracles and Jews overcoming adversity. Around 8:30, Sop.hie started crying that she'd had too many Hanukkah cookies and her tummy hurt so much . . .
Hanukkah heaving,
Puking mespucha, now you.
First night, fifth puker.
posted by mama at 11:34 PM
1 Comments:
Ugh. It's so incredibly heartbreaking when a child is sick for a celebration. Even more so than it normally is. Speedy recovery!
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