| I really like Christmas
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| It’s sentimental, I know
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| But I just really like it
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| I am hardly religious
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| I’d rather break bread with Dawkins
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| Than Desmond Tutu, to be honest
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| And yes, I have all of the usual objections
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| To consumerism
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| To the commercialisation of an ancient religion
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| To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
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| Press-ganged into selling PlayStations and beer
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| But I still really like it
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| I’m looking forward to Christmas
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| Though I’m not expecting
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| A visit from Jesus
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| I’ll be seeing my dad
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| My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
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| They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
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| I’ll be seeing my dad
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| My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
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| They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
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| I don’t go in for ancient wisdom
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| I don’t believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
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| It means they’re worthy
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| I get freaked out by churches
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| Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords
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| But the lyrics are dodgy
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| And yes, I have all of the usual objections
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| To the miseducation
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| Of children who, in tax-exempt institutions
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| Are taught to externalise blame
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| And to feel ashamed
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| And to judge things as plain right and wrong
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| But I quite like the songs
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| I’m not expecting big presents
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| The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolates
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| Is just fine by me
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| Cause I’ll be seeing my dad
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| My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
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| They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
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| I’ll be seeing my dad
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| My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
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| They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
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| And you, my baby girl
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| My jetlagged infant daughter
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| You’ll be handed round the room
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| Like a puppy at a primary school
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| And you won’t understand
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| But you will learn someday
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| That wherever you are and whatever you face
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| These are the people who’ll make you feel safe
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| In this world
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| My sweet blue-eyed girl
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| And if my baby girl
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| When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
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| And Christmas comes around
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| And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
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| You’ll know what ever comes
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| Your brothers and sisters and me and your mum
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| Will be waiting for you in the sun
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| Whenever you come
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| Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
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| Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
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| We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
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| Drinking white wine in the sun
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| Darling, when Christmas comes
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| We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
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| Drinking white wine in the sun
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| Waiting for you in the sun
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| Waiting for you
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| Waiting
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| I really like Christmas
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| It’s sentimental, I know |