About
Yeah, It’s Christmas appears on the first disc of The Christmas Present and was written by Robbie Williams with Scott Ralph, Calvin Harris, Richard Scott and Danny Spencer. Playful yet grounded, it offers a counterpoint to the season’s sentimentality, capturing the chaos and contradictions of the festive period through wry humour and sharp observation. Williams described it as “a curmudgeon’s Christmas,” presenting the holiday from the perspective of someone overwhelmed by its expectations yet ultimately won over by its spirit.
The song opens with a jazzy swing rhythm and sardonic lyrics that highlight the imperfections of family gatherings: “The turkey’s burnt, the folks you see but once a year / The TV’s on, but it’s on repeat.” Against jaunty brass and vibraphone, Williams delivers a tongue-in-cheek performance that recalls the irreverence of his early pop writing. As the song progresses, the grumpiness melts into reluctant warmth, mirroring the arc from cynicism to cheer that defines many of his Christmas originals.
Scott Ralph’s instrumentation features vibraphone, celeste and upright bass, while the production by Guy Chambers and Richard Flack gives the track a vintage swing sheen. Its blend of wit and sincerity makes it one of the more relatable songs on the album, reflecting the occasional fatigue that accompanies holiday traditions without losing affection for them.
“It’s a song about being a curmudgeon or a Scrooge at Christmas. It’s the other side of the nice-and-warm, at-home-with-friends vibe, but even in this song, the curmudgeon warms to the idea.”Robbie Williams
By acknowledging the stress as well as the joy of the season, Yeah, It’s Christmas adds balance to the album’s nostalgic glow, reaffirming Williams’s instinct for humour and humanity within his songwriting.
Lyrics
And holly bells to deck the halls
But the turkey's burnt
And there's arguments
Oh, it's Christmas
With neighbors Bob and Betty here
The folks you see, but once a year
Eatin' all my food
Drinkin' all my beer
Yeah, it's Christmas
The red-suited, bearded, fat, man is on his way
But all I get is socks and bills to pay
'Cause we're celebratin' Christmas
In paper hats and in a heap
The cracker kings, are sound asleep
And the TV's on, but it's all repeats
Yeah, it's Christmas
The red, cheap, jolly, fat, guy's on his sleigh
Oh, we're in debt, but there's a year to pay
'Til we're celebratin' Christmas
All hush falls on the neighborhood
Kinda like, we knew it would
All is calm, all is good
Yeah, it's Christmas
Credits
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Vocalist
Robbie Williams -
Songwriter
Kelvin Andrews, Danny Spencer -
Producer
Guy Chambers, Richard Flack