“I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay, And when it’s dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play!”
It’s out of season.
We’re not actually Jewish and have never actually celebrated Hanukkah.
None of these matter to Kourey. She has picked this book out at the library at least three times, and can sing along with all 10 (ten!) verses they wrote for the book.