Songs
Christmas Day
Mother’s getting up early, she’s got a lot on her plate
Turkey goes in the oven, Father’s getting up late
The kids have been up for hours, the living room’s a mess
Mother knocks back the sherry, to help her with the stress
Every year we go through this, it doesn’t get any less
Where did this all begin, this thing called Christmas Day
Something to do with sin and a child led in some hay.
On Christmas Day On Christmas Day On Christmas Day
Grandma arrives and starts moaning, mother can’t do anything right
Father’s nipping out to the local, kids are gearing up for a fight
Smoke billows out of the kitchen, the vegetables have all boiled dry
Grandma continues the bitching, mother wants to break down and cry
Father comes home drunk from the boozer, mother dishes up with a sigh
How did it come to this, didn’t the angels say?
“Peace and love to men,” on that first Christmas Day
On Christmas Day On Christmas Day On Christmas Day
The kids are starting to riot,
Grandma’s gone to sleep in a chair
Father tells the kids to be quiet,
Mother’s on the verge of despair
A stable long ago, some shepherds came to pray
And wise men brought their gifts, upon that Christmas Day
It’s how we celebrate, the child that came to save
Us mostly from ourselves, when born that Christmas Day
On Christmas Day On Christmas Day On Christmas Day
Christmas always amuses me. It’s supposed to be a religious celebration focussing on peace, goodwill and joy. Our secular version has turned it into a downward slide into stress, disappointment, debt and the inevitable family quarrels on Christmas Day. – Paul