Yesterday Yoda asked me about Hanukkah. I told her about the eight nights of lights, and what it means to be thankful for when you receive more than you're expecting. Completely on her own, she decided that she wanted to build a menorah. Her dad helped - pitching in plastic fasteners, wood, acrylic paint and some play-doh. (If the historical lamp would have been built like this, they wouldn't have needed any extra oil, and we'd all celebrate the season by building giant bonfires in our living rooms and running for our lives - but I digress).
She lit her first Hanukkah candles tonight in front of the Christmas tree, and it looked like this: