HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS BY JUDY GARLAND

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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 to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now

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Seven days to go…don’t know if the number is correct. I’m not good with numbers. All I want to say, is that we have few days to Christmas and I want to play this song. It was requested by David L O’Nan.

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  1. The War is like Honey in Holiday Lights

    In this Christmas,
    we are in these smoking lights
    In our poverty,
    In our neverending wars

    Like every Christmas it seems,
    Ever since I became a young man
    They forced me into these hate battles
    Fighting “enemies ” whose faces –
    Are in family photos,
    Just like mine.

    The government has tried to white-out my mind
    Many years ago,
    Blank me out,
    a dot to be eaten by the machine

    Replaced me into the sticky,
    Fill in the wounds with the honey,
    In stitches
    Cohesive, bare boned and breathing in
    Last heartbeats.

    There are in memories,
    Pretty voices humming
    In hope,
    I pray to a sky
    That I cannot fathom all the angels
    The angels,
    That supposed to be cradling us all.

    As these nightmares burn in our skin,
    Layer me in towers upon towers of fears.
    I try to imagine,
    A boyhood love of bells ringing,
    Instead of missile sirens purging –
    the pure from the air.

    I will always have my mother’s voice
    She will sing to me from the haunts
    Sing to me,
    In hope
    As more of my brother’s fall.

    I cradle in this sticky dirt in my cuts,
    And hold it up,
    So my angels can cradle me.

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