During the holiday season, it is important that we remember those less fortunate. Perhaps the most unfortunate are the Jews that live in our nation’s interior. In New York and L.A., we might know the two spellings of Hanukkah/Chanukah. We probably sang the Dreidel Song in elementary school. And we definitely know what a menorah is.
But in between the two coasts are people like my friend Aaron. He’s Jewish, from New Jersey, and recently moved to Pueblo, Colorado. Aaron is certainly one of the less fortunate. We must think of him this season, as he suffers through scenes like this at his local Hallmark store:
Aaron: Hi, do you sell electric menorahs?
Clerk: What’s that? Oh wait… that’s that weird Jew candle thing, right?
And what’s worse? They didn’t have one. Poor Aaron is without a menorah.
So, please think of Aaron this Friday evening when he lights the lonely menorah in his mind.
And to the Christians that feel no shame: imagine moving to Rockland County and not being able to buy a Christmas Tree!