Do you like Christmas?

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  • I really like Christmas
    It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
    I am hardly religious
    I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

    And yes, I have all of the usual objections
    To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
    To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
    Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
    But I still really like it

    I'm looking forward to Christmas
    Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus

    I'll be seeing my dad
    My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
    They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
    I'll be seeing my dad
    My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
    They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

    I don't go in for ancient wisdom
    I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy
    I get freaked out by churches
    Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy

    And yes I have all of the usual objections
    To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
    Are taught to externalise blame
    And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
    But I quite like the songs
    I'm not expecting big presents
    The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me

    Cos I'll be seeing my dad
    My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
    They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
    I'll be seeing my dad
    My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
    They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

    And you, my baby girl
    My jetlagged infant daughter
    You'll be handed round the room
    Like a puppy at a primary school
    And you won't understand
    But you will learn someday
    That wherever you are and whatever you face
    These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world
    My sweet blue-eyed girl

    And if, my baby girl
    When you're twenty-one or thirty-one
    And Christmas comes around
    And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
    You'll know what ever comes
    Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum
    Will be waiting for you in the sun
    Whenever you come
    Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
    Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
    We'll be waiting for you in the sun
    Drinking white wine in the sun
    Darling, when Christmas comes
    We'll be waiting for you in the sun
    Drinking white wine in the sun
    Waiting for you in the sun
    Waiting for you...
    Waiting...

    I really like Christmas
    It's sentimental, I know...

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