The first candle is kindled, Alouenikah is frying up latkes in the kitchen, and we are all slightly drunk. Let us give thanks for the series of miracles that have made it possible for you to experience the glory of my presence; and also, I suppose, for the ongoing survival of my religion. None of you are invited to celebrate with me because my festive goodwill only extends so far. Rest assured, however, you are in my thoughts. Happy Hanukkah!