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McKenna Memories of Christmas, crossing the international date line, listening to The Fairytale of New York, a song I heard in Bahrain, San Jose (CA), Hong Kong Volvo Club, crossing the international date line, and how the song became attached to the day my first child was born--a sort of travelogue in many places around the world—and all the way, the anchor of this episode is my infatuation with the best song ever, because it reminds me also of my old friend Declan McKenna, who introduced me to the sentimental Irish songs. This episode is also a tribute to the song 'The Fairy Tale of New York', though I am not sure if you can give a tribute to a song. In short, this episode is supposed to be light, away from politics and in Hong Kong The Best Christmas song I ever listened to https://youtu.be/j9jbdgZidu8?si=ME1cXXV9jADkx1At Ahmed Abdulrahim, Hagerey Heresi (My country, deliver!) https://youtu.be/aMsDk76dZfs?si=izQWwlfPEnbgxwxg Lyrics, Fairytale of New York It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas day I could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing Galway Bay And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day.