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Though she's invited all of her friends, Wanda isn't actually sure how many will attend. In the initial planning, the idea had seemed perfect. Her friends could celebrate Christmas and the first night of Hanukkah with her at her apartment. Now, as the appointed hour draws near, Wanda's starting to second-guess herself. What if people have other commitments? Is Christmas Eve or Christmas Day when people go to church? What if the weather just isn't any good?
Through her kitchen window, Wanda can see the sky starting to shift away from daytime blue, acquiring the first streaks of evening pink. Her new menorah sits on a coffee table in the middle of her living room and her kitchen counter is neatly organized with food. She has latkes and challah, fresh from this morning, and her first-ever brisket is in the oven. Judging by the aroma, Wanda thinks it won't be her last. There are donuts resting under a towel as well, waiting to be fried.
She just hopes that people will come and celebrate with her.
[tag Wanda, tag each other. Eat! Have fun!]
Through her kitchen window, Wanda can see the sky starting to shift away from daytime blue, acquiring the first streaks of evening pink. Her new menorah sits on a coffee table in the middle of her living room and her kitchen counter is neatly organized with food. She has latkes and challah, fresh from this morning, and her first-ever brisket is in the oven. Judging by the aroma, Wanda thinks it won't be her last. There are donuts resting under a towel as well, waiting to be fried.
She just hopes that people will come and celebrate with her.
[tag Wanda, tag each other. Eat! Have fun!]
