
as sung by THE RONETTES
with a little bit of this
from Aled
then and now. . .(!)
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there, almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
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"In the Middle Ages, this period was one of continuous feasting and merrymaking, which climaxed on Twelfth Night, the traditional end of the Christmas season. Twelfth Night itself was forever solidified in popular culture when William Shakespeare used it as setting for one of his most famous stage plays - Twelfth Night.
"Some of these traditions were adapted from the older pagan customs, including the Roman Saturnalia. Some also have an echo in modern day pantomime where traditionally authority is mocked and the principal male lead is played by a woman, while the leading older female character, or 'Dame', is played by a man."
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RAYMOND BRIGGS
not as sung by ALED JONES
Top to toe in tailbacks, oh I got red lights on the run
But soon there'll be a freeway - get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you, though you can't hear me
When I get through and feel you near me
I am driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas, with a thousand memories
.
I take a look at the driver next to me
He's just the same, just the same
With a thousand memories. . .
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CHRIS REA
if you do,
I hope it brings a smile to your face
(but can I just add for the record that I never liked Leslie Judd?
there's only ever been one true Blue Peter girl:
the marvellous Valerie Singleton)
.
but this
is what it should really
all be about. . .
.
. . .isn't?