I'm looking forward to 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 And the westernisation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer But I still really like it
I, I really like 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 sisters and brother, my gran and my mum They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I don't go 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 forced into a cult institution and 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 great 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 sisters and brother, 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're too young to know But you will learn yourself one day 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 sister and me and your Will be waiting for you in the sun Girl, when Christmas comes Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum Will be drinking white wine in the sun We'll be waiting for you in the sun Baby whenever you come We'll be waiting for you in the sun Waiting...
I, I really like Christmas It's sentimental, I know