A Light for Every Night

Hmm-mm. . In a warm, old home by the window,

where holiday memories glow, stood Sevda Menora with seven lights from stories long

ago. Beside her stood a little friend, so shiny, bright and new.

A happy Hanukkah with nine small lights that children love to use.

Sevda whispered to Hanukkah, "Please tell me if you will. Why do I

shine for eight long nights, and why do you stand still?" Sevda warmed with

golden light. "My child, come close to me. I'll tell you

how a miracle became our history." I once stood in the temple, the heart of