When Those Blue Snowflakes Start Fallin’

“Blue Christmas” by Elvis Presley

December 22nd, 2014

“Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won’t be the same dear, if you’re not here with me”

There’s only one performer who my mother considered beyond criticism. Motown lost its luster. The Beatles got weird. Surf Rock simply faded away. But Elvis… Elvis was king. (Naturally.)

But before he was The King — before the Army, before he was a movie star instead of a rock n’ roller, before he was a pill-addled and rhinestone-encrusted belt buckle — this former truck drivin’ mama’s boy was every teenage girl’s backseat fantasy. And it isn’t difficult to understand why.

Hell, I’m getting hot and bothered by this.

This post wouldn’t be complete without the studio version, which feature the ever-amazing Jordonaires on harmony vocals. They create the perfect bed for Presley’s supple and elastic croon to weave his Christmas tale of unrequited love and heartbreak.

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