This morning after davening I was struck by the congregation breaking out into song:
Misha nichnas our door, mar bamba simcha!
I looked around the room but was unable to identify the new member of the minyan. Upon further reflection, this verse poses a number of conundrums:
Who is this Misha?
Why is it critical that Misha enter through the door and not, for example, the window or a skylight?
Why would their presence transform the consumption of a normally disappointing bag of peanut puffs into a joyous occasion?