" 'Twas Chanukayh Eve and throughout the Mishpocha (family)
Not a word was there said, not even a B'rucha (prayer)
The children were sleeping, dreaming not of the Torah
But rather the gifts that surround the Menorah.
The Mommas were busy and you could sense in the air,
The odor of latkes, that soon would be there.
And though no one observed the clouds in the sky,
There was G-d smiling, as He fondly stood by."