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
Does Christmas ever go that way these days, I wonder — as it does in “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and all the old holiday standards?
Our world is so fractionated, our faithful friends so far away. If those golden days of yore ever did exist, it often seems they won’t come again.