Almost everyone I associate with - I mean, everyone I used to associate with but don't anymore - is somewhere on the blue spectrum these days, as I myself am.
"I'll have a blue Christmas without you," Elvis sang in my head as I set up on our front porch the kitschy Christmas figurines so loved by my grandchildren when they arrived from Los Angeles with my daughter and son-in-law for their Christmas visit.
As for me, I've thrown myself into baking cookies and dunking things in chocolate.
Recruiting my daughter Theresa and my hubby Tom as enlistees, I've been leading the charge of the cookie and chocolate-dipping brigade.
We baked and/or dipped about 60 or 70 dozen goodies.
I sent boxes of cookies to my kids and grandkids,
Did baking and delivering all those goodies help my blue Christmas?
Well, it's definitely several shades lighter.
Everyone have yourselves a merry little Christmas.