זה היה חנוכה של קור וחנוכה של הרפתקאות.

זה היה חנוכה של שינוי.

זה היה לפני מאה שנים וזה היה עשר. זה היה בשנה שעברה וזה היה בחודש שעבר. זו הייתה תקופה שבה העולם היה בצורה מסוימת — לפני שזה הפך לסוג אחר של עולם, דרך מסוימת אחרת.

זה היה חלום. זה היה זמן של לחישה וזמן של פרקוסט.

זה היה חנוכה של כל כך הרבה אור.

זה היה ממש לפני חנוכה כשאספו את סבתא לארוחת יום ההולדת שלה והרגליים שלה היו נפוחות. אז הם הלכו לארוחת ערב מהירה מאוד - ואז ישר לבית החולים.

כי בוודאי היה לה קריש דם.

כי סבתא אושפזה אז ובנה נשאר ליד מיטתה, לא יכול להיות טיול משפחתי לפילדלפיה. אבל היו שם עניינים לטפל בהם, בכל מקרה. אז בלי בעלה, אמא ושלושת ילדיה תכננו לעלות למטוס.

הם יצאו מוקדם למחרת בבוקר לפילדלפיה. זה היה שם, ברכבת שדה התעופה - תוך כדי איסוף הילדים –שהאם שמעה את המלאכים לוחשים לה בפעם הראשונה.

"אנחנו אחד", הם אמרו. "אנחנו האור הראשון. אנחנו גמישות".

היא הביטה בנוסעים האחרים כדי לראות אם מישהו אחר שמע. היא פתחה את פיה כדי לדבר - לשאול את הילדים שלה בדיוק את הדבר הזה, מתי…

"ששששש", אמרו המלאכים.

Once in Philadelphia they explored the Reading Market. Despite the bitter cold they walked to the Liberty Bell. They walked down to South Street. They warmed up with a lunch of fish and chips. She and the children then found their way back to Macy’s to listen to the Wurlitzer organ play a concert.

It was while they were in the Magic Gardens that the angels returned.

“Here we are”, they said. “We are two. We are the second of the lights. We are the creativity of the human spirit.” She saw them only out of the corner of her eye. She was about to open her mouth to speak, מתי…

“Shhhh”, they said. And left.

Back at the apartment that night she and the children made soup. They picked through the bookshelves and videos. They watched West Side Story, the first time for the kids. They danced and cried and cuddled and finally went to bed.

In the morning they washed the linens, finished cleaning the apartment, turned in the keys and took a cab to the bus station.

They slept on the bus ride from Philadelphia to Manhattan – until the yawning of the Lincoln Tunnel — the opening to their next adventure. Her phone pinged, waking her. Grandma had been released from the hospital. Her husband would be joining them the next day. She smiled to herself and snuggled closer to the still-sleeping ten-year old.

It was then that she heard them:    "אנחנו שלושה" - לחשו המלאכים במנהרה. אנחנו השלישי מבין האורות. אנחנו אופטימיים".

היא פתחה את פיה לדבר - ואז...

“Shhhh”, אמרו מלאכי המנהרה.

הם פתחו את הדלת לדירת השכירות שלהם. הם הפילו את התיקים שלהם ויצאו שוב לקחת דברים בסיסיים - דייסת שיבולת שועל, מיץ, קקאו, חֲטִיפִים. הם בחרו את המיטות שלהם; הם פרקו.

בתיק שלה, עטוף בסוודר, היא חשפה את החנוכייה שלה. היא לקחה אותו למטבח והניחה אותו על השיש ליד הכיור. הטלפון שלה צלצל... בעלה שלח את זמן ההגעה שלו.

"המטוס של אבא נכנס מחר מוקדם", היא אמרה לילדיה.

הכל בשורות טובות.

אחרי ההתרגשות של האיחוד למחרת בבוקר (וקצת קפה), they ventured out to the Natural History Museum. They admired the enormous orbs representing the planets.

And it was there, among the dark spheres, that the angels were hiding.

They whispered, again only to her: “We are four. We are the fourth of the lights – we are the paradox. We are keepers of hidden light. Even when you cannot find the light – it is there.”

And as they floated away among the planets she opened her mouth to speak; they called to her, trailing away…“shhhh”.

Needing a minute to take it all in, she sat down.

After many more hours of walking New York City and so much more exploring, they picked up Chinese food on the way back and shared it for their dinner, around the coffee table.

Now they could light the Hanukkah candles.

And sing the prayers, all together now.

They ushered more light into the world. And gratitude. And miracles.

It was then, עד, up near the ceiling she saw them sneak in, those angels.

.

They whispered.

“We are five”, they said.

“We are the five lights of family. Because of us, one candle plus one candle can bring so much light – even more than that of two. We are love.”

The angels drifted back into the darkness. She opened her mouth to speak as they disappeared, but… “Shhhh,” they whispered.

After the menorah candles burned down, the family was ready for another adventure. They put on their jackets and headed out — this time into Times Square.

For it was long ago in another time when the world was a different kind of way – that there was a store; a place for children and for all who were imaginative.

They were on their way to this place.

It was called FAO Schwartz. Once there, they played the step piano. They walked the aisles and dreamed dreams.

It was the Hanukkah of Christmas Eve.

And when it was almost midnight – oh yes — when it was almost midnight they rode the FAO Schwartz Ferris wheel. Around and around. Laughing, she looked at her husband and her children, and hoped she would remember this moment forever.

It was then, through the Ferris wheel that the angels arrived. “We are six”, they whispered to her. “We are the sixth of the lights. We are joy.”

She opened her mouth to speak to them, but…“Shhhh”, they said.

And faded into the night.

Tired now, the children and their parents piled into the taxi and headed uptown.

Chilly and warm.

All at the same time.

They all slept late on Christmas morning. And oh, what a beautiful morning it was, shiny and sparkly after new snow. So much white, so much light.

This was an epic trip for them all – and because of this they had made a plan to ice skate in Central Park.

It had always been the plan. But the best-laid plans…

The pain began all at once — and it was strong. Too much. And screaming. More light. Too much light. The wrong kind. A taxicab to the hospital.

A diagnosis:  a kidney stone.

It was the Hanukkah of snow, of adventure – and of Percocet.

The hospital angels came to her all at once. They whispered to her, there in the emergency department. “We are seven”, they said.

“The seventh light. We are pain. We are the unexpected pain that will come into your life. We will teach you perseverance.”

She was still too disoriented from pain to respond to them…but as they floated away they said “shhhh”.

There was no ice skating that day. But (thanks to the pain medication) there was, later, a walk in the snow. And there was still laughing.

The only way forward was forward.

That night – they stood in the kitchen, מחייך, singing the prayers. They lit the menorah.

Which was, all at once, alight.

With flame.

It had caught fire. Thinking quickly, she knocked the menorah into the sink and turned on the cold water, dousing the fire”.

“Ssssss”, it hissed — as the fire went out.

She did not see the angel that appeared behind her just then. “I am eight,” said that angel.

“I am the eighth light. I am danger. I will always be a gift to you. Because of me you will value safety.”

She opened her mouth to speak – but just then, there was smoke. She heard “shhhhh” and the angel was gone.

Needing a minute to take it all in, she sat down.

She began to cry.

Not because of the danger and not because of the pain – but because of the light.

It had been all so much, too much, in too small a time.

It was a Hanukkah of Fire and a Hanukkah of Angels.

והו, so much light.