I really love Christmas

I really love Christmas, no really I do.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I mean I understand
how it’s got more than a bit out of hand.

homeless christmas eve

I mean when we live in a world where a top Christmas song
is about people fighting, there’s something wrong.
Where billboards inform us how much we should dread
Christmas day with the family and use their product instead!
Where we’re driven by spending that seems never-ending
While ignoring the fact that next month we’ll pay.
Where in two days we eat enough food for a week
while families go hungry just two streets away.

But I really love Christmas, no really I do.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I mean I understand
how it’s got more than a bit out of hand.

Where you can spend hours assembling a toy
that you’re praying will bring your child some joy
just to find that the batteries need to be charged
or the child got bored and is now at large.
When we shut out the world and just watch the TV
with Doctor Who and Eastenders either side of the Queen
We’ve nine hundred channels but nothing to see
but at least we can do it on a massive TV.

But I really love Christmas, no really I do.
Because in among all this mess I see good.

Photo by University of Salford CC:By

I see folk volunteering to give the homeless a bed,
or delivering food parcels so the hungry are fed.
I see children are born, life goes on with a smile
or phone calls of love being made across the miles.
It may not seem enough but boy it’s a start
and it’s something in which we can all take part.
For two thousand years ago this is what it was like
Homeless folk given shelter, a room for the night.
Neighbours coming together to share in the joy
of the miracle birth of a baby boy.

No, I really love Christmas, yes really I do.
Because despite the best efforts to make it all gloom.

If you look at the people and ignore all the trimmings
You’ll see they’re helping each other, that hope is brimming
just under the surface where it seems there is love
and joy and goodwill and the other stuff.
But it’s not in the tinsel or mountains of food,
It’s not in the shopping or even the booze.
It’s in the moments when we open our doors
when I leave my cares and consider yours.
When we help each other without a big fuss
Christmas is not “me, me, me” it’s about us.

So that’s why I love Christmas, that’s why I do.
But I do wish we were like that at other times too.