It's no surprise that I've been a bit homesick while here in the Netherlands, particularly during the holidays when I'd like to be setting up a tree in our own house, hanging our own stockings, enjoying a Michigan snowfall and making plans to spend New Year's Eve with The Usual Suspects in Ann Arbor. You know, as opposed to dealing wiht a turkey skinned by the Dutch butcher, trying to find flights that don't land us in Palermo at 11pm on Christmas Eve or listening to the local teenagers set off New Year's fireworks THREE WEEKS EARLY and 15 FEET FROM MY DOG AND I. (Rotten Dutch kids. Don't you have some cheese sandwiches to eat or something? Bah humbug!)
So I get a little teary-eyed listening to Ella sing this one in particular, and I hope you'll indulge me.
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday soon, we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then, well have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
(And no, Mom, this doesn't mean that we necessarily will have moved back to the States by Christmas next year. It's just a song. Did I say "Bah humbug"?)