I’m lit up to chase away the night, making everything look cheerful and bright. I can be clay, metal, or electric too; I'm small but bring warmth to you. What am I?

I'm made of something sweet, given with love to everyone you meet. Some are milky, some are nutty, a Diwali treat to make you feel lucky. What am I?

I burst and sparkle in the sky, a show of high colors. Children cheer as they see my light, on this festival night. What am I?

You place me at the front door, with hopes of wealth and more. I invite the goddess in, and blessings for the year to begin. What am I?

On Diwali night, I’m shiny and bright, filled with prayers to guide you right. Made of silver, brass, or gold, my flame is a blessing, old and bold. What am I?

I am given to young and old, my colors are vivid, my patterns bold. During Diwali, I symbolize wealth, bringing joy and health. What am I?

I am the deity worshipped during Diwali night, bringing wealth, happiness, and insight. Who am I?

I’m made with small lights, shining bright, strung across houses to bring in delight. You see me in windows, on walls, or trees, spreading festive cheer with ease. What am I?

This tale is told each Diwali night, of a return home after a victorious fight. It speaks of good over evil’s might. What is it?