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    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

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