Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. Next year all our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Make the yuletide gay. Next year all our troubles will be miles away. Once again as in olden days, happy golden days of yore, faithful friends who are dear to us will be near to us once more. Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow. Until then we’ll have the muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
This song was originally written for a musical about my hometown in 1943, entitled, Meet Me in St. Louis. Judy Garland sang the original version for the film, as she and her sister were grappling with the realities of the entire family moving away from home just after the holidays. Though Frank Sinatra later insisted that the lyrics be “jollied up,” these original lyrics are far more candid and powerful.
On some level I’ve been holding onto this song until I was ready this year. It is one of my all-time favorites, but also one of the most honest explanations of how I am feeling this season.
Yes, I want others to have a wonderful, holly-jolly Christmas. I even partially wish that I will find one myself. But for the most part, I am hoping that my troubles will somehow begin to dissipate. And oh how I look for that day when those I love will be near again (especially those who are already in heaven). But for now, muddling is about all I can do.
I know I am not alone in this. I know that many others of you are feeling the exact same way.
My hope for all of us is that we can hold onto the hope of a better day. That we can keep on muddling. And that we will find a little bit of Merry Christmas even now.