Lights of Love and Tradition

The tree was standing in the corner, glowing soft in Christmas light.

And I was setting out the candles for the first Hanukkah night.

She smiled at me from across the room, tinsel tangled in her hair.

And I lit that little menorah flame, watching love fill up the air.

She said, "Honey, hang that star for me." I said,

"Darling, save me space. I've got dreidels for the children, and some gel

they're gonna chase." We laughed the way we always do when two worlds

come together. Because fate may take two different roads, but love holds