The Pragmatician

A modern Fairytale
Cast:
The witch (played by a loving mother)

The frightened children (played by brats)

The hero (played by a bunch of bricks).
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It’s the exodus all over again, only this time packed with less Matzo and twice as many clothes.
Turn a page in the Hamodia, in the Jewish Press or any other Jewish periodical and try not to notice the many advertisement promoting hotels from New Jersey to Jerusalem.
All offer the very best Hersheirim(kosher food), the most eloquent guest speakers and the best ambiance.
All vie for honored Pessach guests.

Everyone remembers the nerve wrecking weeks before Pessach at home.
If you were so much as seen with a cookie outside the kitchen you’d hear about it, you had to shake out your books and eat on the porch (even in cold weather).
Then the dreaded two days before Pessach came and Pizza was the sole food available, there was nothing home. Pizza places were crammed and by the time you had found a seat your slice had lost part of the cheese and the taste.
You had to go down to the dark cellar, inhabited by eerie creatures and perhaps also bats, to bring up all the Pessach cutlery and dishes, always breaking at least one thing on the way, incurring mother’s wrath.
Mothers would be so nervous and tired and fathers would cleverly find excuses to come home late.
Basically you were on your own.

Thank G-D, a visionary man saw the terror of all the little children and decided to come to their rescue, and help himself at the same time.
He came up with a brilliant idea to deliver mothers and consequently husbands and children from their misery.
“Have them all come to Willy Wonkenstein’s Pessach hotel in Ford Lauderdale”, he announced.
Cooking was a thing of the past, Pesach cleaning reduced to a minimum, no pushing in line in the supermarkets erev Pessach, and no beating over the head for having forgotten to place an order for Shmurah Matzos(special Passover bread) a month earlier.
It’s a fair exchange, one's savings to keep one's sanity.

It’s highly recommended by all psychologists and Hashgocho providers. And apparently endorsed by all the major frum newspapers.


If like me you can’t or to choose not to go to one of the magnificent hotels all over the world, a little organizing can spare you the agony of all the above mentioned details