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Eight Days of Hanukkah from Tablet Magazine on Vimeo.

So Orrin Hatch (R-UT) wrote a Hanukkah song.* And it's pretty awful. I think.(?)

Not really in an offensive right-wing-anti-choice-senator way. Or a terrible music way. Or any way that's easy to put your finger on exactly.

Well that's not entirely true, I can put my finger on the awfulness of the lyrics which are from the simply-identifying-the-most-utterly-basic-details-of-what-you're-singing-about-and-then-setting-that-super-obvious-series-of-statements-to-music school.

As the official representative of Jews everywhere, allow me to say, "we don't come into your temple and write hip-hop** songs about your holidays, do we?"

But if we did, they might go a little something like this. Give me a raw beat...

"Christmas"

Christmas
Oh Christmas!
Jesus's birthday bash
In Bethlehem the star shone bright
In a barn with donkey's what a gas
One day of Christmas
Come let's celebrate
One day of Christmas
Let's celebrate this morning
HEY!

Or like this...

"Birthday"

Birthday
Oh birthday
Day that you were born
In your hometown someone birthed you out
Like something from hardcore porn
One day of birthday
What a day of birth
One day of birthday
HEY!

Or, in the immortal words of T-Pain****, like this...

"Groundhog Day"

Groundhog Day
Oh Groundhog Day
Day the groundhog emerges from his burrow and looks for his shadow to determine the likelihood of winter continuing for six more weeks
February 2nd yay
Your meteorological insights we seek
One day of groundhog
Let's get freaky dog
One day of groundhog
HEY!





*Of course he did.
**Watch to the end, the douchey aide's hip-hop ID is easily the highlight of the video.***
***Other than Hatch's mysterious vial of Billy Bob Thornton's blood.
****I think he's a hip-hopper

Very cool magazine/tablet concept

I hate to say it...

But the second version actually makes a lot more sense.