A reader writes:

I have to nominate "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas."  It was written for the classic musical Meet Me In St. Louis, a depressing tune in which Judy Garland tries to cheer up her distraught family forced to move from their beloved St. Louis home when the father gets a promotion in New York.  And in the context of the film, yeah.  It's pretty depressing.  Here are the original lyrics, changed to become slightly more upbeat after Garland complained it was too depressing:

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, it may be your last,

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, pop that champagne cork,
Next year we will all be living in New York.

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 Fates allow,
From now on we'll have to muddle through somehow.

So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Kinda appropriate in times like these, no?

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