And, in a not-always-visible-from space manner, they guide your Mighty Favog in putting together A 3 Chords & the Truth Christmas each year. Don't make me count up how many Christmases that's been now.
SO, AT THIS TIME of the year, one holds onto hope. It's a terrible thing to live without hope.
I won't belabor the point. It's time to listen to the music, and give in to the hope that "Next year all our troubles, will be out of sight." Merry Christmas from the Big Show.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightNext year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little ChristmasMake the Yuletide gayNext year all our troubles will be miles away
Once again, as in olden daysHappy golden days of yoreFaithful friends who are dear to usWill be near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be togetherIf the fates allowUntil then, we'll have to muddle through somehowSo have yourself a merry little Christmas now
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