Let your heart be light.
From now on 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.
Here we are as in olden days,
happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
gather near to us once more.
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.
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I assume you are leaving pretty soon. Hope the weather is good for your flights and your Christmas is a good one!
Now you've got me singing this .. :-)
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