Twas the Month after Chanukah…
‘Twas the Month after Chanukah Twas the month after Chanukah, and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I’d nibble, the latkas I’d taste At Chanukah parties had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store (less a walk than a ...