SCENE: As you light the Hanukkah candles, read the following poem:
It may seem strange for me to burn
And hardly leave a trace,
Yet every night of Hanukkah
You’ll find me in my place.
For I’m the Shamash candle
That lights each wick in turn.’
First one, then two,
Then three, then four,
Till eight will proudly burn.
I’m glad to lend a helping hand,
To bring the candle’s light.
Each one’s a touch,
A freedom flame,
Shining in the night.