Christmas comes and passes by
But stars still shine in our night sky
And that good wish is here to stay
To hold us steady on our way.
Remember how we all sat round
With friends of old or newly found
And opened gifts with open hearts
And cooked good food and played our parts?
Now take those feelings on with you
And find what we can really do
With Christmas wishes through the year
To make another star appear.
What would Christmas look like
If we could really choose?
What would we embrace as ours
and what be pleased to lose?
Who would we invite to sit
at the table where we live ?
What would be our Christmas gift
If we had all to give?
When we turned on the radio
What Christmas song would play?
And who would share our morning
When we woke on Christmas day?
I wish a thoughtful Christmas
and hope the angel sings
and sends a star to guide us all
What ever next year brings.
It’s a winter-torn end to a toryful year
and it could well get worse in the UK, we fear,
for amidst all the lights is a circle of woes,
which we can not ignore, as its shape looms and grows.
Well it’s my friend who’s hungry and it’s my friend who’s cold and it’s my friend who’s suffering because she is old, and it’s my friend who’s broken by caring too much, ’cause this hard right wing government is so out of touch.
Their policies rankle, but they’ll never care
for the people who live on this island we share,
Their philosophy teaches that we are to blame
for our own sorry loss in their terrible game.
So tonight as I hang up my Christmas tree star
I have only one wish which will traverse afar:
May the people who care for those under my tree
put a cross in the box of the Labour Party.