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I really like Christmas.
It's sentimental I know, but I just really like it.
I'm, I'm hardly religious.
I'd rather dance with the devil than Desmond Tutu to be honest.

And yes I have all of the usual objections to consumerism
To 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 don't go in for ancient wisdom.
I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious it means that they're 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 or wrong.
But I quite like the songs.

I'm not expecting big presents.
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolates is just fine by me.
Cause 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 jet-lagged 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 some 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 whatever comes
Your brothers and sisters, and me and your mum
Will 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
Waiting

I really like Christmas
It's sentimental I know.