This weekend I’m throwing myself full force into getting into a festive mood. It’s our first Christmas at home in New York in many years, so everything feels a little off-balance, but full of possibility. The first night of Hanukkah falls on Christmas Eve, a great convergence for ecumenical gatherings, like ours always are. As I begin to bustle–ever so gently–I am cranking up the holiday tunes.
Here are two favorites from the Maccabeats, an adorably dorky Yeshiva University a capella group. First, the 2010 classic, “Candelight:”
It works on every level, including the fact that “Dynamite” was played at every bar mitzvah of the era. I throw my latkes in the air sometimes!
This year, like everybody and their bubbe, the Maccabeats have a Hamilton parody:
It’s no “Candlelight,” but the King’s song, “You’ll Be Greek,” had me in giggles with “You won’t miss your Shabbat/or circumcision for your tots.” That’s good writing, right there. And the barbershop conclusion, well. Slacks, sweaters and close harmony–be still, my heart.
But the soundtrack in our house right now is the Hamilton Mixtape. It’s bringing our teens, our twenties and our fifties together for awkward rapping and soft weeping. The twenty-somethings particularly relish the appearance of so many 90s stars.
While I was down the collegiate a capella rabbit hole, I found this one:
I don’t know which holiday it belongs to, but it’s killing me.