There is much we could debate about Christmas carols.
We could debate whether or not Bing Crosby + David Bowie = pa-rum-pa-pum-pum-perfection.
We could debate whether playing Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime in public should be considered a war crime.
But most of all, we could debate where the comma belongs in God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.
For that matter, we could debate whether aforementioned comma belongs in aforementioned carol at all.
Are we singing about God resting ye gentlemen merrily? (In which case, God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen!)
Or is the tune about gentlemen whose merriment is already manifest? (Wherefore, God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen!)
I have it on the venerable authority of Wikipedia that it’s meant to be the former. In ye old timey terminology, “God rest you merry” means something along the lines of “May God bring you joy.” In other words, may God make you gentlemen all merry and such. God grant ye goodies greater than a PS4. God give thee grace. God bless thee with exceedingly abundantly more than ye can ask or think or imagine.
I have it on the best authority that He has, He does, and He will.
But don’t take it from me. Take it from some of the merriest gentlemen in the Tabby’s Place menagerie. And God rest ye mighty merry, gentlekittens.