So this Shabbos is kind of still like Shabbos Chanukah, just without the candles and oil and stuff, cause really, the house is still decorated, the menorahs are still out and the kids are still playing with their gifts.
And the best gift the kids' received?
The Buzz-Lightyear guy?
The Sticky Mosaics?
The baby stroller that's nicer than the one I push?
The little kitchen that's nicer than my kitchen?
Good guess, but no.
They got coupons. On the first day of Chanukah I mailed each kid a letter with a coupon inside, good for a trip to Dunkin Donuts, alone, with just mommy or abba. I figured whatever day they showed up in the mailbox would be the day they got to have that as a present. They were so super-excited to get mail, it was almost too funny to watch. Josh brought the mail in when he came home from work and made a huge deal out of how some people got mail and what could it be?!
And the funny part is, I made the coupons on the computer and printed them out. Mailed them out and the whole thing cost me the price of three stamps, whatever that is. But even funnier is that the kids put their coupons on the fridge and look at then all the time, asking me to read it to them again and again, but so far not one of them has asked to go get a donut. And these are kids that would sell their baby sister for a donut. Are they not understanding the concept of the coupon? Are the coupons so pretty that they don't want to part with them? Do they not want to go get a donut with just me or Josh? I have no idea, but I am definitely filing this coupon idea away for next year.
And then there are the morahs. The school collects money and every teacher gets a nice gift card from the whole class. We usually give them something small anyway, just because, well, partly because I like to have an excuse to make cute things and partly because I am amazed at the lengths the teachers in this school will go for a kid, at least the teachers we have had so far.
So this year we were going to make chocolate lollipops. We had the chocolate, the lollipop sticks, the molds, the little lolly bags and the ribbon. We were set. I started making the lollipops the other day and set them on one of those metal cooling racks used for cooling cakes. So when the lollies came out of the fridge and popped out of the molds, they were lined up on the cooling rack on the dining room table, like lollipops on parade. I knew how many lollies I needed and I was counting as I was going. And yet there seemed to never be enough chocolates. What the heck was going on? Maybe I really was losing it? And then I saw a chocolate handprint on the wall and it all came together. Every time a kid walked by the dining room they swiped a lolly. They didn't eat them all, but they ate enough so that even if I made lollipops with every morsel of chocolate I had in the house, I still would not have had enough to fill the bags I bought for the teachers.
And now Chanukah is over and the thrill of melting things is gone. So morahs, we're sorry, we love you - just know your lollies were very tasty. We hope you still love us. And just think, Purim will be here soon. We'll catch you then.