Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.
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This is one of my favorite limericks and I am happy to recycle it today. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Holidays to all.
My favorite part of Hanukkah is playing Spin The Dreidel. The dreidel is a four-sided spinning top that children play with on Hanukkah. Each side is imprinted with a Hebrew letter. These letters are an acronym for the Hebrew words “A great miracle happened there,” referring to the miracle of the oil that took place. The way I play it involves another miracle of sorts – the miracle of carnal fun.
This is how I play Spin The Dreidel. It is a parlor game that is best played in the bedroom but is not limited to the bedroom. It is played with “partners,” so to speak – husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, and other consensual relationships. The rules according to Joel are this – one of the players spins the dreidel. If it comes up with a Hebrew letter showing, that player gets to have sex with their partner. I guess you could call it Hanukkah foreplay and it is in the Hanukkah tradition of “lighting a fire.”
My first wife was not a big fan of the game. Sex was not a game to her though she had her own set of rules for it. Her rules did involve a holiday. Her idea of good sex was to hop in the sack at five minutes before midnight on New Year’s Eve and finish up at five minutes after – that way she could knock off two years in ten minutes. She did not play Spin The Dreidel. She played Hide The Dreidel.
Wife Number 2 was a self-converted Jew and she loved to play Spin The Dreidel. She kept a dreidel on the kitchen table, the coffee table, the nightstand, in her purse and in her pocket. She was always ready to give it a spin. The fact that I survived eight nights of Hanukkah was a miracle.
Now my third wife enjoyed our interfaith marriage and she celebrated the Jewish holidays with me and I celebrated the Christian holidays with her. I must say that it doesn’t take a whole lot for non-Jewish people to grasp the concept of eight nights of gift giving, especially when they are on the receiving end. But she was not too keen on playing Spin The Dreidel. It had more to do with menopause than an aversion for sex (or me.) She took such good care of me that this was one of those “you have to take the bad with the good” situations. Hey, she gave me golf lessons for an anniversary present. The tradeoff was in my favor – eighteen holes whenever I want in exchange for leaving one alone. So when I asked her if she wanted to play Spin The Dreidel, she usually responds with her favorite remark, “Kravitz, you’re an idiot” and then followed it up with, “Go play with yourself.” I think she meant, “Go play by yourself.”
Anyway, all this thinking about playing Spin The Dreidel led to this:
Here’s how Spin The Dreidel is played.
The players literally have it made.
If it comes up a Hebrew letter
The game gets better…
And the players are going to get laid!
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