I photographed the megillah reading and Purim spiel at Beth Am in Baltimore last night. Lots of photos of the people reading, shaking grogers, and general silliness. But if I had to narrow it down, I would to these two images.
Adults like to talk about Purim being the holiday where they get drunk (how many actually do this?) but to me this holiday is all about the kiddos.
“Olaf” here is the embodiment of preschooler awe. Kneeling in the giant moorish sanctuary as the megillah is read, grogers making a racket all around, he is spell bound.
The girls were the grogers themselves. Every time Haman’s name was mentioned they were jumping and screaming and adding to to the cacophony that makes Purim so great.
Kids don’t need help (alcohol) to get to the where they no longer are able to discern the difference between Mordecai and Haman. They summon delusion, and awe, at will. If only we (adults) could have a little of that magic back.