At this time of season Jews all over the world celebrate Chanukah, the Festival of Lights. –Do you still get presents on Chanukah? –Ha ha! Do you get presents on Chanukah? We exchange gifts for eight nights in a row. –Wow. –So in case I miss you, here are seven more fruitcakes.
This is Berk, boasting the kind of balmy fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen. The one up-side is our annual holiday. We call it Snoggletog. Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery, but with the war long over, and dragons living amongst us, this year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember.
Niles, you old Scrooge. Get into the Christmas spirit. –Spoken by one who doesn't have to clean it all up. –Well, that's the thing about Chanukah. Eight candles and a menorah; no fuss, no muss. –Is it too late to convert? –Never. We'll get you a Bar Mitzvah and, of course, a circumcision. –Suddenly I'm filled with the Christmas spirit.
I was thinking of picking up a Meñorah so we can celebrate Chanukah and make Gary feel at home. –What?! –What? I just think it'd be nice to honor his traditions, too. Bobby could blow out all the candles on Chanukah Eve and make a wish.
Are you all coming to my Christmas party right after the final or are you stopping home to change into your Christmas outfits? –I guess I could wear one of my Chanukah sweaters. –Ahh... Annie, I-I didn't know you weren't, um, Christian. –Yep. One might even say I'm Jewish.