Sometimes, a song is just begging to be remade.

Made a dreidel out of clay, clay, clay, clay, clay

When it's ready I will play, play, play, play, play

Chanukah, Chanukah

I've had a bit of Jewish envy in me since I was young. One of my best buds growing up was Jewish, and his parents went crazy during Chanukah. His haul of toys and goodies during the eight days of the celebration usually made my one day of Christmas look like I was the one who was in danger of running out of the metaphorical oil. Plus, what he pulled in for his Bar Mitzvah was almost obscene.

Also, unlike Christians, who are often trying to get me to accept Jesus as my saviour lest I burn forever in fiery damnation, Jewish people never tried to get me to join their crew. In fact, since I'm way to WASPy to ever be confused with a member of the 12 tribes, I don't even think they want me. The fact that they show no interest in me at all kind of triggers a reverse psychology in me, and I've found myself thinking, 'maybe I should be Jewish'.

Anyway. Happy Chanukah to all, and to all, enjoy the great Taylor Swift parody. It's an instant classic.

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