I struggled to find an immortal poem for Hanukkah. Alas, I failed. I'm sure Trixie could supply something for me. She has some good jokes regarding that religious celebration on her blog. When I lived in Seattle I would spend at least one night of Hanukkah with some of my Jewish friends eating latkes (really yummy things) and playing that game with the dreidel and gelt.
Since the Christmas revels are complete the poem for today is from the last bit from a Shakespeare play, The Tempest.
Our Revels Now are Ended
by William Shakespeare
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I fortold you, were all spirits, andAre melted into air, into thin air;And, lke the baseless fabric of this vision,The clould-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.