We'd rather stay in the Diaspora and fight for our liberation

There were over thirty people in my parents' house this evening, along with an uncounted quantity of latkes and one accordion. Every time I sat down, the doorbell rang. My sister-in-law arrived with extra potatoes halfway through. My mother lit the first night's candle for the children, all of them. My hair still smells like frying. I think our Hanukkah party was a success.