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

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 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 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 spooky
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 chocolates 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 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 whatever comes,
Your brothers and sisters and me and your mum
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 waiting for you in the sun, drinking white
wine in the sun
Baby whenever you come, we'll be waiting for you in
the sun
Waiting

I really like Christmas. It's sentimental I know