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
To the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernization 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 mom
They'll be drinking white whine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My brothers and sisters
My gran and my mom
They'll be drinking white whine 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 spooky
And yes I have all of the usual objections
To the mis-education of children who in tax-exempt institutions
Are taught to externalize 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 mom
They'll be drinking white whine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters
My gran and my mom
They'll be drinking white whine in the sun
And you my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You'll be handed around the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won't understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are, 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 thrity-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 you mom
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 mom
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
