WHITE CHRISTMAS, BLUE CHRISTMAS

I’d never know what day it is all about, but I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I wish I’d know.
Where the treetops glisten, but rain is only to listen.
And the song someone sing, along the line of the jingles.

Sometimes she’ll squeal “Hey!” sometimes she’ll whistle.
And when the bowls rattle it’s time to have the battle.
Bandit on the left, Drummer on the right, and one more who’s nose so white.
And while we’re all about it, keep watching, because the giant Cali, will nuzzle to the middle, and so hard to squeeze away!

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I’d never know
In the house brightly lit, on a blanket warm and new.
Perked on the footsteps I always knew.

The hands that reach down, with a plate of white rice, and a bowl of well water.
The days when I don’t feel like eating, but those are the only thing I have.
The days when rain wash away my sun, and I only have wet street to lay down my head.

The day the world turned dim.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the days I know now.
Where the treetops glisten, and rain is only to listen
And the song someone sing, along the line of the jingles.

The hands that reach down, with a plate of fragrant food. Soft to my tongue, or crunchy to my teeth. The smell of chicken, the smell of egg. The puff of salmon, of tuna and sardines.
The house brightly lit, the blanket warm and new.

There will be days when I don’t feel like eating, but then will come a tiny little spoon, with warm broth, or tasty milk.
There will be days when rain wash away my sun, but a bed to lay my head.

And I will wave my hand to her, I will catch the prancing feather. Roll the yarn ball, catch them bells and ring them!
I will cuddle with the Drummer, and Bandit, and squeeze in Cali’s flubber.

But I’ll have a blue Christmas without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you
I don’t ask for new toys, I don’t ask for more.
A simple food and fresh water, a clean litter, a play with feather
Won’t be the same though, because I heard her say, if I don’t make more, I will lose you.

And when her tears start falling, far away, hidden behind the door, or in the blanket through the silent night.
“What should I do? What should I do?”

That’s when those blue memories start calling
Where the treetops glisten, and rain not only to listen.
The hands that reach down, with a plate of white rice, and a bowl of well water.
The days when I don’t feel like eating, but those are the only thing I have.
The days when rain wash away my sun, and I only have wet street to lay down my head.
No one to cuddle, and Cali will lose his flubber.

The day the world turned dim.

Youll be doin all right, with your christmas of white
But I’ll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas

So I’ll be dreaming of a white Christmas
Like the ones I always want to know.
Where the treetops glisten, but rain is only to listen.
And the song someone sing, along the line of the jingles.

The hands that reach down, with a plate of white rice, and a bowl of well water.
The days when I don’t feel like eating, but those are the only thing I have.
The days when rain wash away my sun, and I only have wet street to lay down my head.

Will my Christmas be merry? will it be bright? I hope yours is.
And may all our Christmases be white

~ Josie

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This post is adapted from, and use part of these songs:

“White Christmas” is a 1942 Irving Berlin song reminiscing about an old-fashioned Christmas setting. The version sung by Bing Crosby is the world’s best-selling single with estimated sales in excess of 100 million copies worldwide. Accounts vary as to when and where Berlin wrote the song. One story is that he wrote it in 1940.

“Blue Christmas” is a Christmas song written by Billy Hayes and Jay W. Johnson and most famously performed by Elvis Presley. It is a tale of unrequited love during the holidays and is a longstanding staple of Christmas music, especially in the country genre. The song was first recorded by Doye O’Dell in 1948, and was popularized the following year in three separate recordings: one by country artist Ernest Tubb, one by musical conductor and arranger Hugo Winterhalter and his orchestra and chorus, and one by bandleader Russ Morgan and his orchestra (the latter featuring lead vocals by Morgan and backing vocals by singers credited as the Morganaires).


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