A/N: Hello all! Well as I was sitting in class yesterday an idea struck me. There are plenty of love stories for Christmas but I never really saw one for Hanukkah. (I'm Jewish for anyone who didn't know). So I thought it might be cool to come up with one myself. I know it ended last night but fictionpress wasn't working last night and it's the thought that counts right? Haha. Well, this story is dedicated to all you other Jewish people out there on fictionpress. Some of the facts might not be right but I did what I could. And please no flames on this one. Come on now. And don't get offended by anything in here either. I don't see why you would but I'm just saying. If you don't want to hear about some Hanukkah stuff then why bother reading it? Well, I digress. Hope you enjoy whether or not you celebrate Hanukkah.
The Eight Nights Of Love
A One Shot
Written By: J.S. Goldberg
Rebecca Goldman was no ordinary girl per say. While all the other little girls woke up on Christmas morning and opened up their gifts from under the sparkling Christmas tree, Rebecca slept in to god knows when and went about her day as normal. Rebecca always asked her father David Goldman why Santa never came to their house over night and he would always respond, "He just skips our house sweetie." She bought it until she became older and realized why her family was different from everyone else on the street. She finally knew why they never hung decoration lights outside the house or why they didn't have a gigantic tree in their living room. And it was one simple fact: they were Jewish. Christmas didn't fall under one of their holidays. At first, little ten year old Rebecca was ashamed of her religion and refused to light the candles with her family but as she got older she became much more proud of her religion. She attended many services and even lit the candles for Hanukkah. She didn't become full on mega- Jew but she was never afraid to smile and say who she really was.
Now it was fifteen years later and little Rebecca Goldman was a striving young woman of the age of twenty six. Her dark red hair fell in layers right beneath her shoulders and her bangs annoyingly fell over her bright blue eyes. It was the last night of Hanukkah and she sat on her couch watching the last few minutes of her favorite TV show. As the credits rolled she zapped the television off with her little, handy remote. She sighed as she got up and grabbed the Menorah from the oak cupboard she kept all of her Jewish possessions in. She strode over to retrieve the box of candles and matches and placed each candle in its own little special place. She was about to light the Shamash candle when there was a knock on her door.
She blew out the match and threw it on the counter and walked over to the front door. When she opened it her breath caught in her throat and tears begged to spill out.
"Hello Rebecca," he said in a husky voice. Even though he was wearing a jacket he was still very cold from the snow. She smiled and pulled him into a close hug.
"Oh Sebastian. You're here," she laughed. They broke apart and she took a good look at him. His hair was slightly shorter than she remembered but it was still that same old, messy, dark brown hair. His chocolate brown eyes twinkled with held back tears. "Um, come on in. You must be freezing out there." He nodded and stepped into the warm and cozy house. He took off his coat and shook off all the snow that was still in his hair or on his clothes.
"So Becky, am I too late?" he grinned. She shook her head and led him into the kitchen where the Menorah was set on the counter. "Good. I was hoping you wouldn't start without me." He placed a velvet, red yamaka on top of his head and nodded Rebecca to go on. She struck the match box with the match and lit the Shamash candle and grabbed the prayer book beside her.
"Ba-ruch A-tah A-do-nai E-lo-hay-nu Me-lech Ha-o-lam Ah-sher Keed-sha-nu Be 'meetz-vo-tav V-tse va-nu L 'had-leek Nayr Shel Chanukah," she said with complete clarity in her voice. She read the English translation and continued on with the next prayer and translation after. Sebastian admired her from across the counter. It was time to light the candles. "Will you be doing the honor Seb?"
"Of course. But one question, what do these candles mean to you?" he spoke in a low voice almost as quiet as a whisper. She paused for a moment and then gave her answer.
"I believe they represent the oil that lasted eight days which is more than it was supposed to. It was a miracle," she said confidently. He smiled at her with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Alright. I'll take that as a good answer but I'll tell you what each one means to me. Seem fair?" he asked. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but nodded him to go on. He continued. "This first candle represents that I was one year old when we met. The second candle represents how we were best friends by age two. The third candle represents the amount of punches I punched Johnny for making fun of your braids in the fourth grade." Rebecca choked on her tears with something between a snort, laugh, and hiccup. But nonetheless Sebastian continued on.
"The fourth candle represents the longest amount of hours we spent being mad at each other. The fifth candle represents the amount of days you spent with me when I was sick with the flu. The sixth candle represents all the guys you dated in high school that I was jealous of," he said with slight anger rising in his voice. But the anger soon faded and his soft smile soon returned. "The seventh candle represents the seven years I've just felt like I wanted to hold you in my arms forever." Sebastian went on to the last candle and lit it without uttering a single word.
"What does the eighth candle represent?" Rebecca asked softly. He looked up and looked straight into her bright blue eyes. His eyes searched into hers and his stare was so intense she wanted to look away but couldn't find the strength to. Finally after about a minute or so he spoke again.
"It represents how it took me eight years to realize I was in love you. And I still am," he grinned. The next thing she knew his lips were firmly planted on hers as the two best friends shared their first kiss. She made no move to break away. His arms were planted on her waist while hers snaked around his neck.
"Sebastian," she said with a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. "This is the greatest miracle of all. I don't need some sea parting in two or oil burning for eight nights when it was only supposed to last for one. You're my miracle," she finished as she buried her head in his chest while he wrapped his arms around her to pull her into a hug.
"Well, miracle or not this Hanukkah was WAY better than when I got that motor bike," he laughed. Rebecca lifted her head up and rolled her eyes at him.
"Just kiss me you big goof," she chuckled. He gave her one more, soft kiss before grabbing the prayer book. As the candles burned and twinkled with the light from the fire they both read the last part together.
"As one candle may kindle many others and yet lose none of its own light, so Judaism has kindled the light of truth for many religions and many people. Yet, it still shines. As the brightness of these Chanukah candles increases from night to night, may we be inspired by the memory of the Maccabees to keep the light of God's truth burning ever more brightly. Amen."