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The Chinese Ghost of Christmas
It's snowing outside
The kiddies are carolling
The smell of mince pies
Robins are pecking on a snowman's carrot
I sit in my room
Feeling slightly superior
I know what's missing from their lives
The Chinese ghost of Christmas comes again
Bringing wisdom and joy to the Western world
I leave green tea and wontons by the fire
For when he comes down my chimney again
He doesn't like wine, he doesn't like mistletoe
He'd rather do kung fu kicks and throw prawn balls at the Emperor's monkeys
He doesn't believe in Jesus or Santa Claus
But he joins in just to be polite
The Chinese ghost of Christmas comes again
On a porcelain dragon with a big red nose
Water chestnuts roasting on an open fire
When will he come down my chimney again?
Words by Waen Shepherd 2003
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Original transmission 29.11.03
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