The Pogues featuring Kirsty MaColl 'Fairytale Of New York' 1987 45 rpm

Arguably the greatest Christmas song of the past 50 years.
'Fairytale Of New York' is the tale of reminices of an Irish immigrant sleeping off his binge in a drunk tank in New York. He remembers a past love, how it started so well but deteriorated due to drink and drugs.
Sung by Pogues lead vocalist Shane MacGowan and producer Steve Lillywhite's wife Kirsty MaColl.
It reached #2 in the UK on its release in 1987 it has charted many times since its release. 1988 #82, 2005 #3, and every year since reaching the top 10 eight times and the top 20 in every other year. It is currently #18 in the charts.
In 2012 it was voted Britains favourite Christmas song, it is the UK's most played Christmas song of the 21st century. I has been certified 5 x platinum selling/streaming 3,000,000 copies in the UK.
Kirsty was on holiday in Mexico with her children when a speedboat entered a restricted area, noticing her 1 year old son was in its path she managed to push him to safety but suffered severe chestt and head injuries, she died instantly. Kirsty was 41
Shane MacGowan passed away on 30th November 2023 from pneumonia he had been suffering from viral encephalitis since December 2022 he was 65

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