We celebrated the community's Holiday Celebration, and for the first time we incorporated a new element in to the festivities --- an interactive experience where the residents learned about the history, the heritage and the hope of Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa.
Blessed by the words and the gifting of local story teller, Tracy M. (remember her?) the celebration included live music comprised of neighborhood kids who are currently enrolled in free music lessons. The little boy on the drums, spied out the Hanukkah table and immediately came over to touch the Menorah, the driedels, the table runner and to enter the table drawing for a beautiful silver box filled with chocolate coins ("gelt"). He said to me softly, "I want this." I explained the process --- how his ticket would go in to a container with other tickets and, maybe, he would have the winning number.
Throughout the party and between music sets, the boy would return to the back of the room, to the table to run his fingers over the shiny metal box. And each time, he reminded me how much he wanted it. Again and again, I explained that others wanted the gift as well but, maybe --- just maybe, he might win.
When the time came for the drawing, the little boy stood next to his drum set, peering across the crowded room at the silver box on the table. I held my breath for a miracle.
And he won.