At work today we had a ceremony to light the third candle on our office menorah. It's a small menorah - especially when compared to the eight-foot Christmas tree - but it's there, nonetheless.
It was a nice few minutes of semi-solemn time, with a reading of the basic story behind Hanukkah, as well as the recitation of the prayer that goes along with the lighting. All of which was prefaced with a caution that we had to do this right on time because the candle lighter's grandmother had always worried about being late for sundown.
There are actually only two people in the office who are Jewish (out of 28 people in the office - with various Christian religions, a lot of religious apathy, and at least one Atheist), but there were about a dozen people gathered for the lighting.
At the end, everyone wished each other Happy Hanukkah and an early Merry Christmas, and we tried to run down the list of other things we might wish each other ("Festive Solstice," and the like).
We're a strange little office 90% of the time. More dysfunctional family than corporate entity, really.
But there was something kind of beautiful about ending our workday celebrating traditions together, even though they weren't our own.
For a moment or two, the four little candles on the menorah were brighter than all of the twinkle lights on the tree.
Happy Hanukkah to all - may your lantern's oil burn for eight days, though you have only enough for one.