I sit at the table, surrounded by all,
The silver candlesticks stand so
shiny and tall.
Father lifts his silver cup, high in his hand,
round at us all, and together we stand.
Kiddush he sings, in a voice
deep and sure,
Thanking Hashem for Shabbos, so holy and pure.
I look round the table, the cloth snowy and white,
The Shabbos candles
burning, their flames very bright.
The challahs warm, crusty and
braided with care,
Beneath velvet covers, their fragrance fills the
The china and glasses gleam at each place,
Each setting arranged with
soft napkins of lace.
Slices of carrots adorn each piece of fish,
Resting so tastefully on each
Crystal bowls filled with salads, scattered all round,
yellows and greens, the colors abound.
This will be followed by a meal so
Hot, golden chicken soup and noodles so fine.
chickens, potatoes and meat,
Kugels and knishes, some
spicy, some sweet.
Our family together, how special is this,
No work, no appointments, no
meetings to miss.
Just enjoy the Shabbos, the family, the food,
gift from Hashem, it truly is good.
While all of the world races and chases
We can enjoy this time, each week without fail.
Good Shabbos to
each of you, to everyone,
Working hard all week, makes Shabbos twice the