There is something satisfying about the eighth night of Hanukkah. The mission is complete with all 8 candles towering above the menorah blazing in unison. Then they start to melt and for the next hour, the excitement and anticipation of Hanukkah drips down until all that is left is the faint glow of the flame as it tries to hang on as long as it can. One by one each flame flickers out, leaving a trail of smoke that ascends in to the air. As the last one disappears, the anticipation has been replaced with sadness that it's over, like boarding the plane at the end of a long vacation. It's nice to know that it will return again next year without fail, as it has for thousands of years.
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