The Kinks - Father Christmas
"Father Christmas" is a Christmas song by the British rock band The Kinks, released in 1977 as a single. The song, written by lead singer and songwriter Ray Davies, is a departure from the traditional cheerful holiday music. It stands out for its more cynical and rebellious tone.
In "Father Christmas," the lyrics tell the story of a young boy who confronts Santa Claus, asking for money and presents. However, the song takes an unexpected twist when the child, rather than expressing joy and excitement, is frustrated by the commercialism of Christmas. The boy even tells Father Christmas to "give it to the poor" and expresses disillusionment with the idea of material gifts. The song also has a darker side, as the narrator describes being attacked by a group of "naughty" children who end up taking Santa's presents.
Despite its grittier and more rebellious approach, "Father Christmas" became a holiday favorite, especially among fans of rock music. The song's catchy melody, energetic performance, and sharp lyrics made it an anthem of sorts for those who see Christmas through a more critical lens, highlighting the commercialization and materialistic nature of the holiday.
While it was not initially a major chart hit, "Father Christmas" has since gained popularity and is now considered one of The Kinks' most iconic holiday songs. It remains a staple of alternative Christmas playlists and is beloved for its unique take on the festive season.
The Kinks - Father Christmas Lyrics
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 I'd 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
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real mccoy
Father Christmas, give us some money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
But if you've got one I'll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids on the street
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't 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
Father Christmas, please hand it over
We'll beat you up so don't make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys