Blue Christmas

I got out of the train and walked briskly into the under-pass. It was a relief to be out in the suburbs, away from the maddening crowd.

"I'll have a blue Christmas without you.
I'll be so blue just thinking about you..."

The song Blue Christmas, reverberated through the empty pass, towards me. It was a rather nasal voice. Yet there was something in it that piqued my curiosity. There was a secret ingredient in his singing that drew me. I picked up my pace and went round the corner, into the pass.

"Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree.
Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me..."

He was seated in the middle of the stark tunnel, towards my left, back against the wall. A dark scrawny man, in a fitting red Santa suit. It was a perfect visual to capture on film, in sepia tone, with only his costume in red.

"And when those blue snowflakes start falling.
That's when those blue memories start calling..."

I stood still and soaked in the whole audio visual feast. Till I noticed the curious stares I got from the rare passer-bys. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a bunch of crumpled notes.

"You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white.
But I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas..."

I walked towards him and dropped the notes in to the opened pouch next to him. He was singing with his eyes half closed, hands on the keyboard. His, was a hard face, with lines that could tell a thousand stories.

"Merry Christmas. " I muttered.

"Thank you." He whispered without breaking from the song.

I smiled.

I found the recipe. I realised what drew me into the song, towards him like the mice to the Pipe Piper. It was sincerity. He felt the song, the power of the lyrics. Drawing energy from a similar personal experience, he infused the song with energy; the tunnel, with a tinge of sadness.

I walked away, with his voice wafting through the air behind me, somewhat poorer in material possession but emotionally strengthened.

It is good to see another who does not listen to music but feels it.

"You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas..."  ¶


13:09 by aberwyn 4 comments

4 Comments:

i hope your christmas was far from blue

By  olduvai, at 5:22 PM  

Hope the holidays didn't drag you down too far; ah well, at least we get to rest *shrugs*

Happy Holidays~

By  LostSt, at 2:06 PM  

may you find more joy in your new year :)

By  caedmon, at 11:33 PM  

GET WELL SOON! =)

By  Ah 9, at 2:01 AM  

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