I am unprepared for Chanukah. No gifts, can’t find the Velcro candles for our cloth menorah and the impulse purchase of chocolate gelt hasn’t manifested yet.
Sorry kids. We will be celebrating in December when your parents have their sh*t together. No matter what the Jewish calendar tells me, I can’t think about Chanukah until after Thanksgiving.
One of the nice things about marrying a Christmas guy is that you always know when that holiday is. No surprises. Stability, consistency, no dictate on number of gifts (yeah, I’m looking at you, you 8 crazy nights).
Chanukah is postponed til further notice. Because I said so.