Lyrics Don’t Lie… or do they?
December 22, 2007|Comments (none)
Historical Lyrics to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
It may be your last
Next year we may all be living in the past
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 no more
Through the years, 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.
Composed by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane
Courtesy of MGM Music
Sound a little odd? It should. Chances are you’ve never heard this version because of Judy Garland and Frank Sinatra. Sinatra wanted it “jollied up” for his A Jolly Christmas album (in 1957). So, Martin changed a few lines. “Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow” became “Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.” It had been changed before that by Judy Garland for the movie Meet Me in St. Louis in 1944. She felt that a few of the lines were simply too depressing. Frank Sinatra obviously felt those changes still didn’t make it jolly enough.
After our plans changed for Christmas and we would no longer be able to see those friends who are dear to us… this version of the song seemed fitting. Originally brought to my attention by my friend, Landon, it seemed right that I should share it with others who might be far from those who are dear to them. Here is Judy Garland siging her version:
Hairapy… A Must
December 22, 2007|Comments (none)
First, let me point out that my hair is very important to me. I have long hair that is usually blonde or golden in color. My shampoos and conditioners are salon-endorsed. I’m going to come right out and say it: I LOVE my hair. Just not right now.
Yesterday I went to the salon for some lowlights and root touch up to my blonde hair and something went horribly wrong. My hair went from beautiful to… ghastly. It is now the shade of an old Christmas tree that has been set out for the birds. Perhaps a better comparison could be made with a paintbrush from an elementary school classroom — exposed to every color and then ground into oblivion. Check it out:
Ahhhh!!! I’ll try to get it repaired over the holiday but SAKES! The good part? The salon didn’t try to charge me for destroying my hair and have promised not to charge me until they get it right.
