Миша Поляруш

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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
   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 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 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

   Миша Поляруш [05/01/2010 11:26]

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