Hanukkah
Eight little candles standing tall in a row — / each night another, a steady soft glow.
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Hanukkah Wishes Poem
Read our original Hanukkah wishes poem and find helpful resources about Hanukkah, from celebrations to stories.
This page celebrates the joyous holiday of Hanukkah with a special poem. Read through our original Hanukkah wishes poem that will bring meaning to a special holiday season. In addition to the poem, you'll find helpful resources about Hanukkah, from celebrations to stories.
Hanukkah
Oil that should have lasted one day / burned for eight, the legends say.
Hanukkah
Spin the dreidel, count the gelt — / feel the warmth your grandparents felt.
Hanukkah
Latkes frying, applesauce near, / Hanukkah arrives gently each year.
Hanukkah
Light the shamash, then light one more — / candles remember what came before.
Hanukkah
Sufganiyot powdered with sugary snow, / jelly inside where the sweet bites go.
Hanukkah
Maccabees stood, the temple was freed, / a small flask of oil met a much bigger need.
Hanukkah
Children with dreidels, parents with songs, / a tradition that's loud and that nobody wrongs.
Hanukkah
Eight nights of stories, eight nights of light, / eight nights of holding the dark world tight.
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Menorah in the window for all to see — / a quiet declaration of who we'll always be.
Hanukkah
Gimel, hey, nun, and shin — / a spinning top decides who'll win.
Hanukkah
Grandmothers stirring the batter just so, / passing down recipes only they know.
Hanukkah
The shamash stands taller, the helper, the guide — / lighting the others with patience and pride.
Hanukkah
Festival of lights, festival of small flames, / festival of remembering ancestors' names.
Hanukkah
Wax drips slowly, the room glows warm, / outside the winter, inside no harm.
Hanukkah
Each candle a memory, each candle a prayer, / each candle proof that someone was there.
Hanukkah
Children's faces lit by the menorah's small fire — / there is nothing on earth that I love or admire.
Hanukkah
Eight nights to remember, eight nights to share, / eight nights of knowing that someone's still there.
Hanukkah
The miracle wasn't only the oil that night — / it was a people refusing to lose their own light.
Hanukkah
Spin, little dreidel, spin on the floor, / land where you land — we'll always want more.
Hanukkah
Latkes from Bubbe, latkes from Mom, / each generation's a little less calm.
Hanukkah
Songs in the kitchen, hands in the dough, / Hanukkah comes whether we're ready or no.
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Light a candle, then light another, / for sister, for brother, for father, for mother.
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The room grows brighter as the night grows long — / Hanukkah is a stubborn, defiant song.
Hanukkah
Eight tiny flames against the December black — / proof that the light always finds its way back.