It's Hebrew, it means "a great miracle happened there", and the first letters of the words are written on the sides of the Hannukah dreidel.
That's really all I know about the phrase…but Google is my friend, and I feel the urge to look it up sometime. Now that I actually have time to do something besides killing aliens.
Our family was never really all that…devout. But now more than ever, I feel the urge for something to believe in. Something that doesn't masquerade as a glowing blue man and create all sorts of…Ax? A little help here?
Temporal paradoxes?>
Yeah. Those.
But where to begin? With the snow? With my arrival at my cousins' house? With…Marco. He'd be pleased.