A Reading

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12/17/2007 12:00 PM |

So last year around this time I decided that to wind down the year I’d turn this space over to some seasonally appropriate outsiders. I’m going to do that again this year, starting today, with A Reading by the Kinks, weighing in on the rather exhausting spirit of the season. Damn, I haven’t really started doing my shopping yet…

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and Id be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Dont mess around with those silly toys.
Well beat you up if you dont hand it over
We want your bread so dont make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Dont give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Dont give my sister a cuddly toy
We dont want a jigsaw or Monopoly money
We only want the real mccoy

Father Christmas, give us some money
Well beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Dont mess around with those silly toys

But give my daddy a job cause he needs one
Hes got lots of mouths to feed
But if youve got one, I’ll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you dont hand it over
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin’
While you’re drinkin’ down your wine

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you dont hand it over
We want your bread, so dont make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

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