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Scrub the stovetop and the oven The fridge and the freezer too Dispose and hide our chametz All part of being a connected Jew Run around to buy spices, preserves, matzah, and honey Even though these items cost more money We stock up on “bread” crumbs, salad dressing, cake mix, and soda With ingredients that sound like they were written by Yoda We eat a green vegetable to celebrate the spring An egg for what we hope the future will bring Some horseradish root because it’s bitter And a bowl of charoset that’s part of the seder We gather at the table Inviting as many people as we are able Telling stories, belting out songs Hoping the seder doesn’t run too long The youngest asks the four questions The seder moves into another section We dip our fingers, recite the ten plagues And celebrate no longer being slaves Stuff ourselves with a big feast Just make sure the meal is without yeast Open the door, welcome Elijah the prophet Search for the afikomen, don’t forget the closet The sky is dark, the sun long went down Guests departed, no longer around Everything cleaned up, house no longer on display Lights turned off, seder plate put away Next year in Jerusalem
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
Just One Week
Scrub the stovetop and the oven The fridge and the freezer too Dispose and hide our chametz All part of being a connected Jew Run around to buy spices, preserves, matzah, and honey Even though these items cost more money We stock up on “bread” crumbs, salad dressing, cake mix, and soda With ingredients that sound like they were written by Yoda We eat a green vegetable to celebrate the spring An egg for what we hope the future will bring Some horseradish root because it’s bitter And a bowl of charoset that’s part of the seder We gather at the table Inviting as many people as we are able Telling stories, belting out songs Hoping the seder doesn’t run too long The youngest asks the four questions The seder moves into another section We dip our fingers, recite the ten plagues And celebrate no longer being slaves Stuff ourselves with a big feast Just make sure the meal is without yeast Open the door, welcome Elijah the prophet Search for the afikomen, don’t forget the closet The sky is dark, the sun long went down Guests departed, no longer around Everything cleaned up, house no longer on display Lights turned off, seder plate put away Next year in Jerusalem
Cleaning, shopping, cooking… and that’s all before the seder even starts. A new poem for Passover: “Just One Week.” Chag sameach.
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
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