The hanukkiah rests; the dreidels sleep,
Latkes gone, the sweetness spent.
Stockings lie flat, their secrets keep,
Ornaments boxed, the greens lament.
Ham and goose and turkey—done.
Baby New Year meets the Old Man’s gaze,
One hand opening, one letting go.
We bless the road ahead with hope and praise,
And gently close the year we know—
Chag Hanukkah Sameach, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year.
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