"You know how most everyone who celebrates Christmas has the Christmas tree?" Stan suggested looking for something to compare the menorah to. "It's sort of like that for Hanukkah. Every night we light another candle of the menorah and we say a prayer until we've lit all eight candles." He explained a little bit more about it, it was easy to get caught up this time of year in the whole sort of idea of needing to buy gifts and plans and things like that, he liked that each night of Hanukkah started with a prayer, something to center them and remind them why they were there in the first place.
"Even when I was a kid I always loved watching the menorah get lit," He told Eddie, in a moment of further honesty, it was probably more than Eddie really needed to know, he was just trying to get down the basics after all. It wasn't like he was going to really celebrate Hanukkah after all. "My whole family would gather around the table while my grandfather would lead the prayers as the candles were lit." It was one of those special memories to him, along with so many others that came along with this particular holiday.
The gelt and dreidels though, those were more fun and more easily understood by the goy of the world, like Eddie.
He just hoped he wouldn't lose some of the wonder and love of this season after he got married, if that was even going to be an option after all of this. He respected a love of Christmas, it just had never been his holiday and he didn't want to lose his own traditions by finding himself in a family that only wanted to celebrate Christmas. Of course just as those traitorous thoughts came into his head who should come down the stairs but his mother. "Oh Stanley," She smiled warmly at him her arms out stretched as she approached him and then wrapped him up in a tight embrace.
"Hello mother," He greeted her, hugging her as well even if not quite as tightly. "I was just showing my -" He paused not sure how he should describe Eddie, "my friend, Eddie around, he's trying to learn about Hanukkah this year." He explained.
"Oh," His mother turned to take in Eddie where he still stood by the dreidels, "And you didn't think to ask for my help, Stanley?" She tutted, it wasn't really a question of course, her attention was entirely on Eddie now. "And what is it that you hope to learn young man, has my Stanley taught you anything yet?"