Once in Royal David's City
Stood a lowly cattle shed
Where a mother laid her baby
You'd do well to remember the things He later said

When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties
You'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry?
And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures
Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song

Hey Santa, pass us that bottle, will you?

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Writer(s): Ian Scott Anderson