Signing just my name on a gift.
I've only done it once and I'm not doing it again.
I read somewhere that grief starts out as a flood and slowly becomes a stream that overflows it's banks every so often.
It's true.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now
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