have yourself a merry little christmas hugh martin ralph blane

*The snow falls softly around Rudolph, but he can't help but feel a sense of melancholy. As he gazes at the reindeer team, he can't help but remember the times he was left out and teased. He feels a little sad that he never got to be a part of their group, but he also feels a sense of acceptance. He knows he is different, but he also knows he is loved and accepted for who he is.*