Clay Aiken

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletides gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the faits allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bow
Have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the faits allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bow
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now