Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel

Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I saw you at the store On the sale table and wondered what you're for. I went there for a ladle, but saw a Sexy man picking up a dreidel. That's when I made a plan. From the moment I saw this Jew-ly yarmulke shopping For Hanukkah, I knew he was Mr. Right-ukkah. I have been so lonely every Christmas Night, just me and my cat only, The Christmas tree we light. So this year I want something dear Santa understand. Please just bring me one thing, a gorgeous Jewish Man. So I have no problem wearing a wig, and I'll even eat gefilte fish. And thank God I Googled sex through a hole In a sheet and learned it's only an urban Myth. Yeah. And so I bought that dreidel and a menorah, Too, stood right there at that table and flirted With that Jew. Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I cry and beg and plead. A spinning toy called dreidel ain't the only top I need. Ugh, I can't believe we can't be together just Because we come from two different worlds. I mean, what is this, West Side Story? "Oy vey, she's a shiksa," that's what his mother Cried. But there's a way to fix a big Problem I can't hide. Ask why I love dreidel. Here's a spoiler alert, 'cause now our wedding Date'll be right after I convert. That was a really rough note there at the End.