Happy Xmas (War Is Over), by John Lennon and Yoko Ono.
I sang this song late in the long run of my childhood Christmas Day celebrations, which were always at the home of the couple who became best friends with my parents before I was born. Their teenagers were my babysitters, and the ones who taught me about Duran Duran, and the importance of a Barbi dreamhouse, and of above-ground swimming pools, briefly. They lived over our back fence diagonally, and with as much time as we spent in our yards those days, and as much time as we spent at each other’s houses, especially our annual drive around the block for Christmas, it seemed like they were family.
Our singalongs evolved into talent shows, and the group of families that got together on Christmas Day included some ringers (not me) who you may have seen on stage or screen at various moments in the 1990s or later.
The year I sang this, I must’ve been an angry teenager, and/or the (first) Gulf War might’ve been looming, or long over, idk. I remember singing it, doing some sort of serviceable job. I wonder now if I played the Bm or if I transposed the whole song to avoid it? Who knows.
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Merry Christmas!