Three rab­bis from Hanukkah past, present, and future haunt old man Scroogemacher’s dreams in this par­o­dy of Dick­ens’ A Christ­mas Car­ol. They fright­en the miser­ly sweat­shop own­er — who is so cru­el that he even keeps his work­ers late on the last night of Hanukkah, dis­miss­ing their com­plaints with a scorn­ful ​“Hanukkah, Shmanukkah!” — with all sorts of reminders. They point out that Hanukkah stands for free­dom, that he was once a pen­ni­less immi­grant, that his work­ers have rights, and that gen­er­a­tions of Amer­i­can Jews still remem­ber and observe the ancient hol­i­day. Packed into the sto­ry are cap­sule sum­maries of the jour­ney to Amer­i­ca, Jew­ish Amer­i­can labor his­to­ry, and a vision of a mul­ti­cul­tur­al world where chil­dren learn in peace and har­mo­ny and women can become rab­bis. The style is super-heavy in Yid­dishisms and Ying­lish syn­tax, most of it humor­ous, some of it stale, like the title. Large, col­or illus­tra­tions por­tray char­ac­ter, set­ting, and action nice­ly, although an inex­plic­a­ble change in Schroogemacher’s looks occurs after the first few pages. An author’s note, an illustrator’s note, a glos­sary, and a list of books for fur­ther read­ing wrap up an instruc­tive mes­sage told, with verve, as a sto­ry. For ages 8 – 12.