Adam Sandler once sang a song (or three) to cheer us up in the December cold, when we were feeling “like the only kid in town without a Christmas tree.” He listed scores of famous Jews, whose names rhymed and who were meant to give us a sense of pride about celebrating Hanukkah in an overwhelmingly Christmasized America, and pointed out the sheer numerical luck of getting eight crazy nights instead of just one (he’d also deliver an animated movie by that name in 2002).
But it’s time to tell Sandler we don’t need the Hanukkah Song anymore. That’s because we have the Menorah Tree, a new product whose existence would seem perplexing if it weren’t so distractingly mesmerizing to regard. It’s a menorah, see, but the arms holding each candle are encased in what appears to be the material of Christmas trees—onto which one can affix actual ornaments. Finally, us Jews really can have it all.
Except for this year, when Hanukkah overlaps not with Christmas, but with Thanksgiving, and for which the mantle for over-the-top hybrid hanukkiah is already comfortably in the nine-year-old hands behind the Menurkey. Maybe next year, Menorah Tree.