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The Bluest Christmas

Updated on December 5, 2014

It was one year ago today

on Christmas eve

that his world came to an end

and he remembered it now

just like it was yesterday

they had just put up their Christmas tree

decorating with bangles and baubles

with tinsel and Christmas ball

he didn’t remember what it was

but somehow angry words were said

she was so very upset

and when she began to cry

he made the mistake not to try

try to make things right

but pride got in the way

something silly about the decorations he supposed

then she was heading out the door

and he let her go

then he supposed it had to be so

and he had sat there with a snifter of cognac

gazing at the lights on their Christmas tree

memories came flooding back

time seemed to slip away

the red lights reminded him

when they met at university

the first kisses they shared

in the autumn beneath a maple tree

that showered them with red leaves

when the cold wind blew

the blue lights made him think

of how her blue eyes sparkled and shone

whenever she laughed with joy

the green lights of the spring

when they got married

and how wonderful life was

then came the summer

and the yellow lights

made him think of how the sun shone

upon her hair

they’d just moved into this little house

and she was growing roses

in the garden out back

with a sigh he was considering

calling her at her parents

telling her he was so sorry

for his heart was starting to ache

with longing and love for her

then came the knock on the door

it was round about midnight

he ran to open it

thinking she had come back

afraid to face him or some such thing

but when he opened the door

two policemen were there

all he remembered was something

about snow and icy roads

then he knew nothing more

just a black void and numbness

facing two angry parents

who had lost their only treasure

and here it was Christmas Eve once more

only now he had a tiny Christmas tree

he needed those lights to comfort him

and as he lifted his cognac glass

he gazed at the shimmering golden liquid

and at that moment he felt

a blast of cold air

a soft hand brushed against his cheek

and he felt a kiss upon his lips

love and peace filled his heart

she was with him

forgiving him and loving him still

it was going to be

the bluest Christmas for him

© 2014 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Genna. Yes at this time of the year it's so important to have the Christmas spirit and to love and understand and most importantly treasure each other.

      Thank you Manatita.

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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      Touching, poignant ... beautiful...

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      Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Christmas brings so many emotions, memories and more. This is a time of year when we could learn to have more of the Christmas spirit in our hearts all year round. This is a very moving poem, Rasma.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      You are so right Demas. There are a lot of things which could be resolved or even prevented from happening if people did and said the right things at the right time. Christmas is a time when if possible we could resolve all the wrongs and make up with those we care for and love.

      Thank you ChristineMarie.

      Thank you itsmesudiksha.

      We never know what the consequences may be of actions taken in anger Shauna.

      Thank you Faith. Peace and blessings to you and yours as well.

      Thank you Linda.

      You welcome Ruby. Elvis is always inspirational sad and happy.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I'm sitting here crying like a baby, listening to Elvis is not helping. Beautiful Rasma. Christmas is not my favorite time of the year, but you're one of my favorite story tellers. Thank you...

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      Linda Bilyeu 3 years ago from Orlando, FL

      What a roller coaster of emotions. Mad, glad, sad and bittersweet....all rolled into one amazing story! Well done, Rasma!!

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, this is beautiful and poignant at the same time ... Christmas can be so blue when thinking of our dear loved ones who we have lost and what may have been if we had done something different, but we cannot when it is final. Wonderful reminder here for all to love like there is no tomorrow, as there truly may not be! I loved the heartrending ending.

      Up++++ tweeting, pinning and sharing

      Peace and blessings to you and yours this Christmas and throughout the New Year and always

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      Rasma, this is so sad. If only she hadn't stormed out of the house that night....

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      Sudiksha 3 years ago from Nepal


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      christinemariezzz 3 years ago

      Gypsy Rose,

      You tell great tales! Just know that!


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      Demas W Jasper 3 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Sometimes admitting that you are wrong, even if just misunderstood, is too hard for a proud person and "pride goeth before the fall." Stephen R. Covey has taught of going for the Win/Win Solutions where there is something positive for both parties.

      Christmas time is a great time to make apologies and ask for forgiveness, then start the New Year fresh with as little unresolved as humanly possible. It is a gift we give ourselves, a weight off our backs, a new life of no regrets....for there need be none, if only we will make the effort.

      Good Hub, good point. Broken hearts are hard to mend but the scar tissue makes them stronger, not weaker.