This is my mother’s annual poem-invitation to her sukkah, cc’d to the entire family… and my reply, below.
THEY SAY THE WEATHER’S COOLING OFF
AND FALL IS NEARLY HERE.
SO WE’LL BE BUSY BUILDING
THE SUKKAH, NEVER FEAR.
PLEASE COME AND HELP TO CELEBRATE
OUR TIME OF THANKS THIS YEAR.
WE’LL EAT AND TALK AND LAUGH AND DRINK
[LET’S HOPE THE WEATHER DOESN’T STINK]
WITH FRIENDS WHO ARE HELD SO DEAR.
Ha! Cooling off? We wish, we wish,
As maple leaves, so distant, swish;
We cannot build a sukkah now,
And live five flights up anyhow..
For years and years, you've come to us,
And given us a chance to fuss,
And build and cook and clean with love
And pray the rains hold back above.
So as you eat and talk and drink,
(Assume the weather just won't stink!),
Consider us 'neath sunny skies,
Awash with sand and salt and flies.
But there is comfort here, at least,
Though we'll be lonely at the feast,
Connected through these ancient lands
Our ancient family walked these sands.
Though we miss friends and family dear,
We're loving every yomtov here.
We hope you'll all come very soon...
Perhaps next Tishrei's bright full moon???
Okay, this is completely rotten. There is no way this Sukkos won’t suck. I would appreciate nobody sending a deluge of “told you so” emails. I already know – we chose this, nobody forced us to come here. :-(