Where's my Yarmukle?

Shalom, my friends and have a swift Pesach.

I am here to tell you of my first Passover in many years. I am 5 this year, ladies and gents and I have to say, it was not what I remember. We went to Great Grannie's and celebrated this solemn event in our history. Babushka and Dedushka, Mamas and Papas and I all got gussied up and went to eat. I hear mamas and papas had some yummy food, but all I got was some matzoh that fell on the floor. I realized a bit too late that we were watching a Yiddish Rock Concert depicting the exodus from Egypt of Moses and his people. There were many yiddish songs and at the finale, they played Hava Neegila. I am not sure if the spelling is correct, so please forgive the hound.

I realized that Matzoh was kosher, but I would have liked a pickle, or some bitter herb or some manischiewitz....

oy!