Here's a menorah to fit even the smallest apartment, and a small cool poem by Mark Strand:

The Coming of Light

Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

--poem by Mark strand from The Story of Our Hours

photo credit: Hanukit menorah by Reddish