I may get a lot of flak for this because I'm supposed to be offering Christmas cheer every Friday, and this song seems at face value to trash the holiday.
But it really doesn't.
The thing is, whatever you may believe about the veracity of the Christmas story, there's no denying that the holiday has turned into a big commercial monster that starts eating its weight in tinsel on Thanksgiving evening and doesn't stop until it's burped its last on December 26. And that's after it's already dined on the post-Halloween appetizers, because that's when the Christmas trees pop up in our Kansas City-area stores.
What I love about this song is that Minchin reminds us that despite everything Christmas has turned into, we can still celebrate it in our own way and feel the warmth and love that it was all supposed to be about way back when. We can still drink white wine in the sun and welcome home our loved ones, and fill our stockings with a few chocolates and feel quite good about that.
It's also an inclusive message. Christmas doesn't have to be just for those who believe in the reanimation of a dead Palestinian. It's a holiday that anyone can embrace. At least, that's how I feel. Sorry if it offends.