http://www.iSteve.com/04DecB.htm#CCCderb
: There's strong feeling in favor of The Pogues' "Fairy Tale of New York" from 1987, a duet between poor Shane MacGowan and Kirsty Macoll, about a drunken Irish immigrant:
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 tune
        I turned my face away
        And dreamed about you
He tries to to patch things up with his spitfire girlfriend by bringing up all the good times they'd shared:
Sinatra was swinging,
        All the drunks they were singing
        We kissed on a corner
        Then danced through the night
       
        (chorus)
        The boys of the NYPD choir
        Still singing "Galway Bay"
        And the bells are ringing out
        For Christmas day
It's not coincidental that this, possibly the greatest of all recent Christmas songs, explicitly refers to the music of mid-century Manhattan when Tin Pan Alley, and its Christmas song-writing minions, was at its peak.
Other nominees include:
Father         Christmas - Kinks
        2000 Miles - Pretenders
        Christmas Must Be Tonight - Robbie Robertson
        Merrry Christmas, Darling - Carpenters
        Light of the Stable - EmmyLou Harris
        The Rebel Jesus - Jackson Browne Christmas Wrapping - Waitresses
        Christmas With the Family - Robert Earl Keene
        Christmas in Hollis - Run DMC
        Christmas at the Zoo - Flaming Lips
And here's John Derbyshire's updatings of Christmas and other songs, such as "The Seven Days of Kwanzaa," "God Rest Ye Merry Democrats," and the the admittedly unChristmasy Gilbert & Sullivanesque "I Am the Very Model of the Modern Homosexual:"
I         am the very pattern of a modern homosexual:
        I wear a suit and tie, I am impeccably respectable;
        I live out in the suburbs with my partner, who’s a blogger; we
        Are very nearly ready to commit to strict monogamy.
        We party, but we always beg the neighbors to excuse the noise
        Of after-midnight dancing to the music of the Pet Shop Boys.
        We’re active in the local church, which is of course Episcopal
         — ‘Piscopal — ‘Piscopal —
        We help out with the youth group — I assure you there’s no risk at         all!
       
        (All) They help out with the youth group, he assures us there’s no         risk at all.
       
        You needn’t fear we’ll turn your kids, the whole thing is inborn,         you see.
        It’s nothing we can help, so disapproval is just bigotry.
        My hair is cropped, my goatee’s trimmed, my lisp is         undetectable;
        I am the very model of a modern homosexual!
       
        (All) His hair is cropped, his goatee’s trimmed, his lisp is         undetectable;
        He is the very model of a modern homosexual!
       
        My HIV I manage with a handy pharma-copeia;
        With modern medications now we gays are in Utopia!
        I shoot up with testosterone and work out till my limbs are sore;
        My voice is deep, my chest is broad, I’m butch-er than a stevedore.
        You’ll just have to get used to us, adjust the laws to suit our needs;
        To take another attitude from adherence to worn-out creeds
        Would mark you as intolerant! a basher! and a criminal!
        Criminal! — Criminal! —
        We’ll slander and defame you and you’ll find support is minimal.
       
        (All) They’ll slander and defame you and you’ll find support is         minimal.
I wonder which fan of the Pet Shop Boys the Derb was thinking of when he penned this?
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