Every Hanukkah I have a strange fear that I will forget the prayers. Unlike most of my Hebrew (which is, admittedly, shit), the Hanukkah prayers over the candles are so ingrained that I doubt I could ever forget them. I used to silently chant them on my way to the school house when I attended Santa Fe Montessori. I wake up humming them sometimes. I know them. But every year, the day before we light the candles, I panic and look them up.
Then I saw this and had to share.
