I really like Christmas
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It's sentimental, I know, 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 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, 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 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 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are 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 but the lyrics are spooky
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And yes I have all of the usual objections
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To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
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Are taught to externalise blame
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And to feel ashamed 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 chocolate is just fine by me
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Cos 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 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 brother 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...
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White Wine In The Sun
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Tim Minchin |