Some "traditional" Christmas songs are rather new, but most of the new ones are pretty blah. They are often gooey and romanticize a celebration that, for many of us, is far from stress-free. On the other hand, many recent "novelty" Christmas songs make the holiday sound like there's nothing good about it.
And then there is The Christians and the Pagans by Dar Williams. It could be the new Christmas anthem, at least for the US. It wraps up many modern American Christmas themes: families that don't talk to each other, religious differences, kids asking inappropriate questions, and, most importantly, overcoming all that with warmth and humor. It comes from Dar's Mortal City album from about ten years ago. Here is an MP3 of Dar singing the song in Santa Cruz last month.
If you like the song, you will probably like the rest of the album, which contains other well-named songs like The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co-ed and Southern California Wants to be Western New York. If you find yourself humming the song this month instead of the modern Christmas schmaltz, pass it along. It takes a lot of hums to make a new Christmas classic.
Dar sometimes sings kinda fast, so here are the lyrics:
Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with Red Dye Number 3.
He told his niece, "It's Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you, and its been awhile,"
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
'Til Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian,"
"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere."
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.
When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year,
He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.