Eighth night tonight, people; get your candles and dreidels primed.
Said, "For Christmas I'd like a harmonica."
His wife, to annoy him,
Said, "Feh! That's for goyim,"
And bought him a jew's harp for Hanukkah.
And a bonus limerick that always cracks me up, although is non-seasonal:
Gave birth to a fine baby boy;
But his father, the fool
Took one look at his tool
And screamed, "Oh good God, it's a goy!"