The Hannukah from Hell

My family is a very complicated one, most family has the one mom and one dad, who will have there one mom and one dad and brothers and sisters. but my family is very different indeed, my mother was born when her mother was 17 so she was put up for adoption. She was then adopted by a nice jewish couple who raised her. Now she has found her birth mother and father, even though they split up and married different people and not to mention her adoptive parents split up. So when I was born I had 5 sets of grandparents, over the years some have passed away, I of course loved them all and still love them. Now you are probably wondering when the holiday part of the story comes in... well right now.1

My moms adoptive mother is jewish there for we celebrate hannukah. Mostly it isnt that bad you got your candle lighting, eight days of presents. But there will always be the one hannukah that was the worst I have ever had I was 13 years old. My Bubbie (jewish for grandmother) came to our house that year for hannukah she was still a little upset that my parents hadn't given me a barmitsfah (a passage into adulthood when you are thirteen). My Bubbie is a very rich women, who can be very nice or very cruel and terrifing. Mostly she liked to bring everyone down despite how much I loved her she was always a nag!2

On the first day of hannukah we said our prayer and lite the first candle, then each of us opened one present. I got a sweater, my little brother got a sweater and the parents I think all got sweaters too. I still kept my spirits up that I would get for the first time ever this year, a great hannukah present!3

On the second day of hannukah my father, who was not in any means jewish and ahd infact been an altar boy at his church, tried to sing the prayer and could not get a single word correctly. My Bubbie frowned at him as if insulted that he even try to be involved in this jewish holiday. This day the presents were socks.4

On the third, forth, fifth and sixth days it was mostly a blur, same old clothing presents. except on the fifth day my father while going to light the candles was bitten in the leg by my younger brother, then dropped the match setting the carpet on fire! My brother ran away, my Bubbie fainted almost landing into the fire, my mother went to get the fire extinguiser and my dad iced his bitten calf. I just sat down and laughed. 5

On the seventh day of hannukah we played with our dreidel( a top thing that is sort of like gambling) my Bubbie always brought chocolate money for us to bet with, this was the first year that we started playingbut didnt finish while I was agrueeing with my mother about her landing on a nun (none) sign which meant she didnt get anything my little brother then grabbed the dreidel and stuck it in his mouth. When my mother and I finally realized this he had already swallowed it. My mother was very surprised that she never saw the dreidel in his dyper until two weeks later. That day we got some really fancy underwear (I still prayed in the back of my mind that a good present lay at the end of the trail!6

On the eigth and final day of hannukah, we spent most of the day trying to prepare our feast. Now I know that if I said this out loud would be burnt at the stake but I hate potatoe latkas they taste so horrible and I hate them, every hannukah though I am forced to eat all three that are forced onto my plate. A traditional hebrew food the latka I hated it so much. When we finished cooking the meal that had taken hours we noticed that my brother was missing! My Bubbie had taken a nap and he had vanished. It took us three hours to finally find him hiden under my parents dresser. We then proceeded to eat our very could hannukah dinner, I said I hated latkas well I hate cold latkas even more. So after one of the worst meals of my life we went to get our last presents, I crossed my fingers and when I had finished unwraping it I almost screamed it was none other then.... a pair of ugly checkered pants!!!!!!!!!! 7

That hannukah was the worst that I had ever had fulled of very bad events and gifts. Happy Holidays, I cant wait till christmas!8