There is a tint of blue
in every Christmas season.
In the midst of Advent purples,
celebratory reds and greens,
in twinkling decorative lights.
There is a hint of blue
despite carolers and tinseled trees,
cookies and gingerbread houses,
marshmallow topped cocoa,
mulled wine sipped from Santa mugs.
Spirits hover round
this special time of year.
Loved ones from generations past,
family members miles away,
those made angels far too soon.
Memories mingle in traditions,
attached forever to ornaments,
long treasured decorations,
holiday photo cards and books,
all brought out this special time of year.
This was hers . . .
he made this . . .
she loved this one . . .
I remember when they gave me this . . .
he made this ribbon rose.
There is a tinge of blue
to every Christmas season.
Reminiscences simmer within our joy.
Many are with us round the tree,
in our hearts if not standing near.
Merry Christmas to all!
lillian the home poet 
Lill,
This post strikes home for me more than you know. Thanks for putting my thoughts into words. Blues are definitely there, but intermingled with the reds, greens, golds, etc., they are just part of joyful memories from days long ago!
Love you and George
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Well written and poignant. Thank you
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Oh how this hits home for me, especially this year as my step-mother of nearly 30 years passed suddenly the morning of Dec 22. Your words are so true. Blessed be your family and peace be within your hearts during this holiday season. ❤
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Merry Christmas, Lillian!
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Happy Holidays, Lillian. 🎄
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