White Wine In The Sun

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 an ancient religion
 And the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
 Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
 But I still really like it
 I, 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 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 dodgy
 And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation
 Of children forced into a cult institution and 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 great presents
 The old 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 primary school
 And you're too young to know
 But you will learn yourself 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 what ever comes
 Your brother and sister and me and your
 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
 We'll be waiting for you in the sun
 Baby whenever you come
 We'll be waiting for you in the sun
 Waiting...
 I, I really like Christmas
 It's sentimental, I know