Dance the Horah, Light the Menorah....

Last night we went to our local public square to watch the lighting of the Menorah. Soon after the Menorah was lit, a Jewish man with a wild beard started playing his guitar and singing songs.

Gretchen and Mike were dancing a little jig

So were the boys and their kitties(of course they came)

I dressed the boys in their Jewish blue and yellow shoes for the occasion. The shoes are actually Swedish, but have turned out to be quite versatile. Then we ate some yummy jelly donuts which were hand-made.

Mike was so funny trying to get both boys to cooperate. He was

waving a binky and sweet-talking them into looking at the camera.

Both my and Gretchen's mother's sides are Jewish and our fathers are both Gentiles--or goyum:) Her dad calls her Gretl. So cute. I really wanted to take a picture of this fellow with the longest, pointiest beard ever, but John thought I might make a spectacle of myself.

I recently made some cookies, and people thought my wise men were angry men--I guess the toga looks like some over-the-shoulder machine gun??? Someone even mistook my baby Jesus for Moses or a bug.

My poor confused cookies.

In their defense, the dreidels and menorahs were hand-carved from the cookie dough.

this is how Calvin eats an Oreo:)

and this is how his mama eats them. John just bought the bag late afternoon yesterday.:(

And just for some balance, here's some of my Christmas stuff:

I really need another stocking for Ollie. Anyone seen any knit stockings out there?

my growing collection of cupcake ornaments