Chanukkah ended yesterday. I’m no longer commanded to kindle the lights on the menorah. The eighth night of Chanukkah always feels like a let down when you see the flames illuminating your home with their orange glow.
However, I’ve been collecting dreidels for the past ten years. Hence, my little collection reminds me of this joyous Festival of Lights.
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