For the second Christmas in a row, the best city in the world has been blindsided by an incomprehensible event. Love to Glasgow and everyone who loves it and its amazing people. The original lyrics to this song included the lines “Have yourself a merry little Christmas/It may be your last/Next year we may all be living in the past” but the slightly more hopeful version made it into Meet Me In St Louis, for which we can all be grateful. This is the last of the sad songs, but it’s super-sad and I give you permission to have a big old sob along to it. Tomorrow we cheer up again; until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow.