Or, happy Hanukkah. For the first time, I have Hanukiah oil duty, due to my mom suffering from a cold. As a matter of fact, she wanted to use candles, which, to me, is just sheer blasphemy. She pointed out that some people even use electric ones, which I find incredibly bizzare. I admit that I'm a little fuzzy when it comes to some things, but I really don't think it said in the Torah that the Jews entered the temple and shouted "Oy vey! They cut the lines to the Menorah!", and then called in the Rabbi to hot-wire it, and the miracle was that the fiddling with the wires that was only supposed to last for one day resulted in eight days of electricity. :p