Twas the night before Hanukkah, when in GTJ’s house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The menorah was placed on the mantel with care.
In the hopes that Mr. Dreidelman would soon be there.
The Gatherers were nestled all snug in their beds.
While many a Jew danced the hora in their heads.
And Aaron with his kippah, and Scott with his cap,
Had just settled down for a much-needed nap.
When out on 17th street there arose such a clatter,
The Gatherers sprang from their beds to inquire the matter.
So down the stairs they flew in a dash,
Kissing the mezuzah, they did in a flash.
The moon shone brightly on the quarter-inch snow,
Giving candle-like light to the objects below.
When what to their wondering eyes should it be
But a rather large Dreidel, and team Maccabe(ats).
With a spin and a twist as quick as you can
I knew him to be the esteemed Dreidelman.
And more rapid than eagles, his handlers they came,
The singers of Candlelight and much recent fame.
“Now Michael (Greenberg)! Now Ari (Lewis)! Now Asher (Morris) and Julian (Horowitz)!!
On Yona (Saperstein)! On Meir (Shapiro)! On Dani (Landman) and Yonatan (Shefa)!
To the top of the porch! To the Top of the wall!
Now dash to the Jew house ahead must we all!
And so they did go, yes, “on and on”
And still they did push, so the Greeks could be gone.
Latkes they did flip, way high in the air,
Dispelling the myth (that they were LDS missionaries) born from their wear.
And so in a twinkling, the Gatherers heard on the roof,
The singing and laughing of the chorus aloof.
But as they drew in together, and looked right around
Inward came Mr. Dreidelman with a leap and a bound.
He was dressed all in blue, from his toe to his top
And odd though it looked, his spin never did stop.
A bundle of gelt, watches, and textbooks he had in sack.
And a large white gimmel was painted on back.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
And from the gleam of the light of the chai round his head
The Gatherers, as Jews, had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Teaching Torah, history, and culture often forsook.
But out of his eye, he then did glean
A completely awed and shocked GTJ team
“Ho ho my Gatherers,” he said them to all.
“You’ve made quite an improvement since I saw in the fall.
A new website and blog makes you more complete
But your calendar remains just as replete.”
He sprang to his taxi, and the Maccabeats whistled
And away flem them all, like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Hanukkah to all, and to all a good-night!”
Written by GTJ co-founder Stephen Richer. Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, author of the original “Twas the Night Before Christmas.”