Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light;
From now on our troubles will be out of sight. ...
Through the years, we all will be together, if the Fates allow.
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough,
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
From the song introduced by Judy Garland in the 1944 MGM musical "Meet Me in St. Louis," written by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane
I hate that silly shining star on the stupid highest bough. And our troubles aren't going to be out sight for at least another year.
So in protest of the modern lyrics, I sang my first solo at Bob Kelly's annual caroling party in Peabody, using an earlier version:
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight. ...
Someday soon we all may be together, if the Fates allow,
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow.
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
Barbara Anderson: Holidays good time to put troubles out of sight, if not out of mind