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Most show tune queens will be quick to point out that the lyrics to "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" that everybody knows aren't the ones that Judy Garland sings in Meet Me in St. Louis. The bullshit about hanging a shining star upon the highest bough is treacly nonsense that got added to increase the song's commercial appeal, and it's completely discorant with the achingly melancholy tune. The filmed version suggests that Christmas is a time to put the best face on a crappy situation, because god only knows how much worse it might get:

In a year we all will be together
If the Fates allow.
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow
and have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

What most people don't know is that the version of the song in Meet Me in St. Louis was cleaned up at Judy Garland's request. The original draft is considerably darker:

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 we may all be many miles away.

No good times like the olden days
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Will be near to us no more.

But at least we all will be together
If the Lord allows.
From now on we'll have to muddle through somehow.
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Which, frankly, is how my family has always celebrated the holidays.

Merry guilt tripping Christmas, everybody, from my family to yours. Eat all the damn turkey and pie you can stuff in your face, you stupid lazy hussy, because god knows, it's not like you're going to get a man this year, either. Why aren't you married like your sister? Is that a zit? God, I don't know why I bother with you.