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Celebrating with Michael Scott

This song, featured on NBC's The Office, is sung to the tune of The Chanukah Song by Adam Sandler:

Diwali is a festival of lights.
Let me tell you something.
Tonight has been one crazy night.
So put on your saris, it's time to celebrate Diwali.
Everybody looks so jolly.
But it's not Christmas, it's Diwali.
The goddess of destruction Kali stopped by to celebrate Diwali.
Don't invite any zombies to a celebration of Diwali.
Along came Polly to have some fun at Diwali.
If you're Indian and you love to party, have a happy, happy, happy, happy Diwali.
Happy Diwali!


Diwali (or Deepavali) is a major Indian holiday, and a significant festival in Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and Jainism. Many legends are associated with Diwali. Today it is celebrated by Hindus, Jains, and Sikhs across the globe as the "Festival of Lights," where the lights or lamps signify victory of good over the evil within every human being. Diwali is celebrated on the fifteenth day of the month Kartika. This year, the holiday falls on Oct. 28 -- TODAY!

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Brianne said…
I've been catching the reruns of The Office on TBS and ... oh my god, so hilarious. :) Gotta remember to watch on Thursday!! Gonna YouTube this song right now.

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