“Do you have Chanukah candles?” I asked the young woman at the customer service desk at Hannaford’s grocery store yesterday. I’d forgotten to check and make sure I had candles to light last night, the first night of Chanukah, and figured I’d pick some up just to be sure.
“Yes, in front of checkout 5,” she said, and I could see a tall cardboard display, remembering the display from two years before, Chanukah in a box in the card aisle. At least now Chanukah has moved to the front of the store, I thought.
Then I got to the display. No candles, but a “My First Chanukah” bib, a hostess set of tea towels, oven mitt and pot holder, a latke spatula, ornaments and gift tags and wrapping paper and blue bows. Oy! This is a festival of light!
I was happy to find I had two boxes of candles when I got home.