
Anyone who knows me knows there are few things I love more than Christmas music. I made Very Marty Xmas mixes for 10 years, and continue to maintain an “Ultimate” playlist version of the mix on Spotify that includes everyone from Mariah Carey to Andy Williams to Harry Connick, Jr. to Darlene Love singing festive tunes, and is updated every year to include new tracks.
But here’s the rub: I’m Jewish. And one thing that bothers me every year is that, despite how much I enjoy the Christmas/holiday season and all the music, I wish Hanukkah was better represented.
Unfortunately, while Jews have written many of the most beloved Christmas songs (it’s true!), the songs we’ve written and performed for our own holiday haven’t broken through to the mainstream in equal measure. So those Members of the Tribe who are looking for seasonal music are often stuck listening to Adam Sandler’s “Chanukah Song” — which was funny the first few times, but now, all these years later, is just tired (not to mention totally outdated).
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