have yourself a merry little Christmaslet your heart be light
from now on our troubles will be out of sight

have yourself a merry little Christmasfrom now on our troubles will be miles away

here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yorefaithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more

through the years we all will be togetherif the Fates* allow
hang a shining star upon the highest boughand have yourself a merry little Christmas now

COLDPLAY

or
FRANK

or
ELLA

or
that blonde chick

*there are three Fates:

"Clotho, the spinner, who spins the thread of life; Lachesis, the measurer, who choses the lot in life one will have and measures off how long it is to be; Atropos, she who cannot be turned, who at death with her shears cuts the thread of life. . ."