We have a number of traditions that are probably not unique to our family:
We have a longstanding Thanksgiving tradition of waiting until the last minute to decide which spouse’s family we are going to disappoint by going somewhere else.
Our first night Hanukkah tradition involves bolstering the kids’ egos over the beautiful menorah’s they made in school – and double-checking the condition of the fire extinguishers.
The second night we traditionally spend discussing the idea that next year we really should buy presents sometime before the holiday starts.
The third night is the “Febreeze night”, where we spend hours trying to rid the house from the smell of singed hair.
Days 4-5 are spent trying to deal with the children’s disappointment over not lighting the menorahs they made in school due to parental neurosis with fire-safety… which inevitably distracts us from the latkes burning on the stove.
The 6th night is when we realize that the 3rd night was our anniversary. This results in frantic trips to mall, guilt-ridden over spending, and a stress-induced overindulgence in sufganiot (jelly donuts)… and the leftover burnt latkes.
On the 7th day, we light 8 candles – hoping the kids lost count and that we can just get this over with.
On the 8th day we gratefully thank God because we really didn’t think we’d make it that far.
Gotta love the holi-days.