Will you be having a "blue" Christmas this year? Missing someone? Alone?

Ah, my poor friends...the problem with me is not the lack of friends and company, but it is more of what kind. I'm alone, as those who live by the internet are alone. I'm not sure about what type of friends I actually have, but the nicer ones I do try to keep. I just go to bed with thoughts and dreams about that 'someday.' Oh well, I still look at the world with rose-colored glasses in this regard.

I´ll be really blue.... sad on xmas..... i just got divorced last year....now a days I live alone...i work all day, and believe me men, is really hard when xmas and the new year´s day aproaching..... Yes i have brothers ands sisters, and a beautiful mom, but it´s not the same....you feel alone. I hope nobody spend a xmas like me.

im bout to have a white christmas let it snow

I will be missing my grandpas this christmas

This is my second christmas since my younger brother died in a car accident, and also since my cousin was killed. I miss them both so much, it hurts "The good die first"- William Wordsworth

I thankfully have my husband and our children but I am and will be missing my father. He is about 2000 miles away from me and is very ill and I wish I could have this Christmas with him but we just went to see him for Thanksgiving and unfortunately we don't have the money to go back. I am very sad as we all think this is his last Christmas and I am just a big blob of sadness this year. But, like I said, I do have my husband and our 7 children to spend my time with and I am thankful that I am not alone going through this.

I know I will miss my brother-in-law (my sister's husband) who just died this past Independence Day. He was the only half-way decent member of my family (besides my sister) that I actually got along with. I will miss his wild sense of humor and his talking about football and baseball!

Blue Chtristmas. Absolutely. I wrote this many years ago and it is as relevant today as it was when I wrote it: CHRISTMAS TIME AGAIN All the houses are strung with colored lights; Red, green, blue, sliver and gold. But I can't see them, through the tears I shed As I walk along these lonely roads. On the corner there stands a Santa Clause Wishing all who pass a "Merry Christmas". But I don't hear him, not a single word he says. I just walk past and do not listen. Christmas, time again. Christmas, that time of year when, I find myself hurting more, Than any other time before. And Christmas time is here again. All the music, they play inside the stores, Well it sounds so way off key. That has nothing to do with how it's played, It's 'cause there’s no one here with me. Everyone's left me and I'm so all alone. Another Christmas by myself. No cards or letters from any so called friends, Only bare places in my heart. Christmas, time again. Christmas, that time of year when, I find myself hurting more, Than I ever have before. And Christmas time is here again. In truth not only has nothing changed, it has actually gotten worse, which I had not thought possible. My friends are either scattered acorss the globe or no longer friends. The ONLY love worth having has been gone for 21 years and any that I had found in the interim were, ultimately, even worse than being alone. For me, in all actuality, it is Chanukah more than Christmas that is hard. My first wife was Jewish, we were together 6 years and she died 6 weeks after we got married in 1985 on our honeymoon. We were just outside of Rangoon, the capitol of what was then burma, but is now called Myanmar. The car we were in lost traction on a muddy hill. The brakes wouldn't do anything, we hit a curve, the car flipped, slid, spun. I was thrown out, she wasn't. Shedied in my arms a couple of minutes lated from a piece of galss lodged in her temple. That was in August of 85. Now, all I have to look forward to at this time of year is the constant and incessant reminders of just how alone I am now...and how, even after 21 years, the image of her face at the moment of her death is still superimposed over EVERYTHING I see, whether my eyes are open or closed. Sometimes I spend this time in a drunkes stupor so that I don't notice, but even that has been denied my now. Blue christmas? More like a black one. Black as the cloak of death himself.

in a way it will be blue i have to work but i love the peop;e i take care of so in a way it wont be