12/15/2025
I keep seeing Jewish moms on social media with tips and tricks to get the wax off and make the Hanukkiah like new each year. I get it… the mitzvah of a beautiful table is a thing.
I prefer it like this, I think. Last year’s wax. All the years’ wax. A hanukkiah that I bought for a little boy who loved everything sports, his family, and Judaism; an almost-man now whose list of favorites is much the same. The memories we’ve created in a home that’s rarely perfect, or on time, but filled with love. We are messy—but not because we’ve given up, just because our energy is always drawn elsewhere. It’s not a choice exactly to leave the wax from year to year, but it’s never a priority either.
And honestly, I think I like it, looking at it now. The way I like a little clutter. A life that I can’t totally control and have to keep up with… to learn new lessons all the time.
I think actually this is part of what it means to be Jewish to me. A wax-filled menorah that does its job all the same year to year, bright lights in the window, and my family singing songs and telling stories of a people who never give up being exactly who we are. No matter who sticky the problems. Am Yisrael Chai 🩵