Usually, around Christmas, the stores abound with songs. Some of them like Silent Night or Little Town of Bethlehem refer to the birth of little baby Jesus. Some like My Favorite Things doesn’t have anything to do with childbirth or Mary or Joseph or the Three Wise men, but is considered a classic because it brings comfort and warmth.
We JEWs have our symbols, too, for the holiday of Passover. FOOD. Ah, the tears from the salt water. The burning of the throat and clogging of the nose from the horseradish. A lamb shank never to be eaten. The unleavened bread, matzoh. Apples, nuts and wine which somehow represent the bricks used to build pyramids. And for dinner, stomach clogging gefilte fish, chicken stock with matzoh balls, brisket, chicken. Plus four glasses of sweet, concord grape wine – guaranteed to hangover. Oh, did those askenazis know how to live?
Dayenu
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZgDNPGZ9Sg
