
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on, our troubles will be miles away.
Such were the words Christina Aguilera was singing when I was told a very sad story. It was a story more depressing than Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter. While others are ornamenting their lovely abodes with these Christmas items:
My lighter and skinnier-than-ever friend just experienced a whirlwind of discord and mayhem. Yuletide season is supposed to be a time to reconnect...