We’ll have to muddle through somehow

I found myself thinking today that it is getting on towards Christmas time.    And more so than most any other Christmas song,   Judy Garland’s rendition of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas  (in the film Meet Me In St. Louis)  really kind of nails Christmas for me.   One year my late huzband Joel took me to Disneyland for Christmas.   He didn’t actually say a word about the trip until the night before we left,  and I so vividly remember sitting in the airport on a stormy Christmas Eve,  checked in and waiting for our flight to California as a group of musician’s played this song.      The trip sadly was rather less than a triumph.    The Christmas crowds at Disneyland were truly daunting  (we had much better luck visiting Disneyland at Haloween,  when it was actually quiet) and Joel got sick.    The flight attendants gave him oxygen on the trip home and an ambulance met the flight when we arrived back in Seattle.   The phrases  “if the fates allow”  and  “muddle through somehow”  seem to me the really crucial ones.    So here’s hoping that the fates allow you to be with the people you love and care for this holiday season.   And that we all muddle through as best we can.     Seasons Greetings!