A blue blue Christmas....

The Christmas choir singing, by the streets the bells jingled and lights blinked. I saw the comfort behind that dinner table filled with candles, of joys and laughter. I hope it rains that day, it would be a bonus to my imagination of how my blue Christmas would be like. By Starbucks with a cup of tea, trying hard to steal maybe a portion of that comfort; at least through my imagination. All i want for Christmas is a bottle of alcohol and you in my dreams....