A Christmas Song

Once in Royal David's City Stood a lonely cattle shed Where a mother held 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 That 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?)