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November Christmas
Available 13 November 2026 · Explicit · 3:33
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The official press page for November Christmas by Kieran Simkin.
November Christmas is a British anti-Christmas-creep song for people who think Christmas music starts too early. Its final lyric moves from bonfire smoke, poppies, rain and brown leaves to fake snow, sales language and sleigh bells, then asks: “Let November be November.” Releasing it on 13 November knowingly makes the song part of its own argument.
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- ISRC: QT6HK2620814
- UPC: 882011317267
- Written, composed and self-published by Kieran Simkin
- © 2026 Kieran Simkin · No samples
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Lyrics
Official lyrics for November Christmas.
November Christmas
Bonfire smoke still hangs in the air
Poppies pinned, cold snap on the stair
High street blazing in crimson and gold
Santa rolled out before winter gets cold
Mince pies stacked while the leaves still drop
Fake snow sprayed on the windows of shops
Every year they creep it back a bit
Mate, it's November — pack it in
I don't mind Christmas once a year
Just keep the bloody thing in it's sphere
It's not bloody Christmas yet
Put the tinsel back to bed
I don't need Mariah in November
Looping round inside my head
I'm not festive, never said
That I need it months ahead
If you start the sleigh bells back in October
By December I'll be dead
It's not bloody Christmas yet
They call it cheer, but the tills ring cash
Big red bows and a big sales splash
Stretch the season, rinse the pay
Milk one holiday for ninety days
Black Friday bleeds into Boxing Day
"Buy it now!" before it slips away
Sell us wonder, monthly debit
Slap some glitter on — still isn't festive
I don't mind Christmas once a year
Just keep the bloody thing in it's sphere
It's not bloody Christmas yet
Put the tinsel back to bed
I don't need Mariah in November
Looping round inside my head
I'm not festive, never said
That I need it months ahead
If you start the sleigh bells back in October
By December I'll be dead
It's not bloody Christmas yet
Let November be November
Rain and rails and woolly weather
Let the nights draw in, let autumn end
Then drag the decorations together
I don't need the Christmas magic
Don't need sparkle, snow or cheer
But you cheapen every little bit
When you stretch it half the year
It's not bloody Christmas yet
Put the tinsel back to bed
No, I don't need sleigh bells shaking
While brown leaves are overhead
I'm not festive, never said
That I need it months ahead
If Christmas starts before the clocks go back
Then something's gone to shit instead
It's not bloody Christmas yet
No, it's not bloody Christmas yet
September? No
October? No
November? Give it rest
December? Fine
It's not bloody Christmas yet