I have my own little personal Christmas tradition. I've been doing it for years. A few days before Christmas, late in the evening, after everyone is in bed, I pour a glass of wine, turn out all the lights, sit in the living room, stare at the tree, ponder life and listen to Joni Mitchell's Blue.
I was going to continue on by saying ... please don't think I'm obsessed with the color blue. Me choosing to listen to that album in peace and quiet, with the room all aglow is simply a fluke, but then I remembered...
I always listen to Joni Mitchell's Blue.
We've always decorated our house outside with nothing but blue lights.
We met friends a few weeks back to celebrate the holidays and the election, and I chose the restaurant. Blue Pointe.
So, while I still don't feel that I'm obsessed with the color blue, I guess I've always been destined to be a blue girl.
I haven't done my little tradition yet this year. I haven't been in the mood. Life's been a little topsy-turvy. Maybe it's the weather. It's more Thanksgiving outside to me than it is Christmas. Maybe it's that my son is older now and I didn't buy a thousand and one toys. Santa's bringing him a big ticket item this year and just a few little accessories. And while I know he's going to love it, the thought that he won't have tons of pretty red packages, all wrapped in the same Santa paper under the tree on Christmas morning sort of depresses me. Makes me blue.
I woke up this morning, more in the Christmas spirit, only wishing I had more time. I still have a lot to do -- I still have almost everything to do -- so I'll be Christmassing throughout the day and late into the evening.
And tonight, around ten o'clock, I plan to pour a glass of wine, put on Joni Mitchell and ponder life.