Christmas Songs The Words Are Dodgy

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

The commercialisation of ancient religions

And 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'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 dont believe just cos ideas are tenacious

It means they are worthy

I'm ambivalent to churches

Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords

Though the lyrics are dodgy

And yes I have all of the usual objections to miseducation

Of children forced into a cult institution and taught to externalise blame

And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right or wrong

But I quite like the songs

I really like London

Though Christmas is not quite as white as I’d hoped

It’s kind of European

I'm not expecting great presents

Ye olde 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 petting zoo

And you’re too young to know

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 the 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 9000 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 drinking white wine in the sun

Waiting for you in the sun

Drinking white wine in the sun

Waiting for you

I really like Christmas

It’s sentimental I know

White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin