Although I grew up muddling Jewish in a city with a mid-west sensibility, I find the whole notion of a Hanukkah Bush to be strange, insulting and sad. When I latched onto my wife's extended family I could not learn to accept a stuffed sock at holiday. Five years ago my young teen daughter begged for christmas lights. "Enjoy our neighbors'" I said. But that's a confrontation that shakes a man's convictions. Where is the line drawn? What matters in life? We now have five menorahs going at once. Quite dazzling. And for one year, a string of electric "festive lights" went into her bedroom; beginning in January; were not red, or green; could not be seen from the street; and were kind of nice.
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