'Twas the first night of Chanukah and on the fifth floor,
There was holiday hustling and bustling galore:
Papa was shining the silver menorah,
Mama was wrapping a gift for Aunt Dora.
Grandma was slicing up two chocolate babkas,
Grandpa was grating potatos for latkes.
Sister was stirring the soup with a ladle,
And I at her feet spun my shiny new dreidel.
Each letter flew by: nun, gimel, hey, shin,
It was making me dizzy to see them all spin.
So I reached out my fingers to grab my new top,
But that silly old dreidel, it just wouldn't stop!
© 2000 Lesléa Newman
