Blue Christmas

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.

Comments

[Michael Bains]

Always there being an abundance of Jony Mitchell about is one of the wee things I miss about my first wife.

I guess you could say that I've seen Both Sides Now. I'm good with that.

Merry Christmas, Blue Girliest of them all!

Sincerely

A non Bake-off participant for reasons too banal to go into.

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[Claire]

Nice, BG. I love that album. So does my roommate. I bought her this t-shirt last year for her birthday:
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=509206

[blue girl]

Merry Christmas, MB!

Claire, "Blue on Blue" -- my kind of t-shirt!

:)

Did you ship your cookies, Missy?

How's P-sycho?

[Res Publica]

I love blue. It's my favorite color. Did you know that it is also the most common "favorite" color on earth, regardless of culture? It's the UN flag and Mary's cloak. It's the clear sky after the storms, and the ocean lapping the sun-baked shore. Blue is hope and peace and comfort. I have a favorite Christmas ornament that has a gold pattern over a deep blue background; it looks like joy to me.

Also, there's nothing more beautiful than a Christmas tree glowing in a dark living room.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, BG, because you're a wonderful person. :)

[Jennifer]

"Blue on Blue"... I actually had that song stuck in my head all day yesterday... but it was Bobby Vinton !!! AHH!

I was feeling a little too blue yesterday... some kinds of blue are good, but I could have done with less of that. I am hoping today is a "Shiny Happy People" day.

[Claire]

I'm sorry BG (and Res), the cookies just weren't in the cards for me this week. I had a cousin in town this week (a surprise), so my evenings were a little full. I still have the gross cookies sitting in tupperware on my counter. They need to get tossed.

[The Fat Lady Sings]

There's just something about a lit Christmas tree that makes one introspective. I also like to sit in front of the fire looking at my tree; which is done up in blue and silver this year, as a matter of fact! Add in some Christmassy tunes and you have the perfect picture. I wish the outside ambiance was right, though. The weather's not conducive to mufflers and eggnog down here either. Temps in the 50's just don't say Santa's on his way! Still – the cookies are made, the presents wrapped, the critters effectively shooed away from the tree. And Christmas is a-commin’ – whether or not the goose is getting fat. So Happy Holiday’s, my dear! Be safe – and don’t forget to indulge yourself more than just a little!

[Res Publica]

Claire, don't sweat it...there's always next year! :)