Christmas Revels and Simple Gifts

 

100_0811Ghosts of Christmas past

Yes I’m guilty.

This will be my 74th Christmas and yes, I am  one of those who gets all warm and fuzzy around Christmas time.

People measure their lives in different ways.  Birthdays are the most obvious of course but some count Summers at the shore, Septembers, first snow falls or their 5th golden retriever.

I guess I measure my life in Christmases.

Christmas as a child with grandma and  my parents. Two Christmases in the Army in Eritrea. Traveling home from London via Pittsburgh (cause it was the only flight) for Christmas and making it late on Christmas Eve.  Joyfully heading to the Cairo airport to fly home for Christmas.   Christmas with my wife. Christmas with my wife and children. Christmas without my wife.

She loved Christmas. Work kept us away from extended family for Christmas during the years our children were growing up.  Christmas for us meant spending time together with our two daughters.

We made our own “traditions.”

We always had a real tree. The four of us went to pick it out (usually with much argument), carted it home, sawed off an inch or two at the base and placed it in a trash can in the yard, filled with water for a good drink.

Next day daddy would install it in its place and string the lights.  Then daddy would take to his chair with a Dewars and water and a fine cigar to watch his girls trim the tree.

I watched while I counted my blessings.  I still have all the sawed off tree bases.  My wife marked each one with the year it gave us Christmas.  They still smell of pine.

When they were very young we put the girls to bed on Christmas Eve and had ourselves our annual Christmas Eve  dinner alone – just the two of us.   Antipasto, shrimp scampi, mozzarella and tomato salad, risotto,  a nice wine, pastry and espresso

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Christmas candle from Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem.

In the dining room!  On this very glass table.  Candles, Rosenthal China, Waterford crystal, good silver and our finest table linens.

On the table our Christmas candle which I brought home from Bethlehem and which was lit only during Christmas Eve dinner.  I have had it now for decades.   Playing softly in the background was “The Christmas Revels”.  The original.  After dinner, glass of wine in hand, it was time to assemble those goodies we bought for the kiddies and to place our gifts for each other  under the tree. No opening until Christmas morning!

There were always lots of presents. Times were good for us.   When I was a child my father was a “hod carrier”, a common laborer at a construction site.   Christmas for the children of immigrant working people was a new jacket or shoes during good times. I was doing well in school and one Christmas my parents bought me my own encyclopedia. The volumes were packed in a cardboard box wrapped in twine with a wooden handle. My mother carried it from Hecht’s Department Store in Manhattan on the subway all the way to Brooklyn and then several blocks to our third floor apartment.  Seems I had mentioned how nice it would be not to have to go to the library for every assignment.  I know my parents sacrificed a great deal for those books and I treasured them.

I last saw my widower father at Christmas 1972.    My wife and I were expecting our first child and we told Dad at dinner on Christmas Eve.  He was so happy.  It was to be his first grandchild.  In January I received a call from my brother Nick that poppa had died suddenly.  He was 56.

 Our son, the baby Daniel Jason, died as well in June,

I have fond memories of my last Christmas  with my dad.  We had had our differences but we made our peace.

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Christmas 1981 – West Warwick, Rhode Island

As the girls got older they joined us for dinner.  First the older then finally the younger. They would go with me to the fish market on Christmas Eve day each year to buy the shrimp; “cleaned, de-veined and butter-flyed”.  We had our dinner together while our music played, the Christmas candle burned  and the tree lights twinkled.  We laughed and talked long into those cold winter nights.

I will spend Christmas with my girls and their husbands again this year. They grew up just like their mother.   This year however will be my grandson’s first Christmas so we will gather at the home of my eldest daughter on Florida’s Atlantic coast. The bases cut from those long ago Christmas trees marked with each year of their youth will stay in my garage. We are one fewer this year with the passing of my sister-in-law. My kids are in their own life stage of Christmas – where I was 35 or 40 years ago.  The “old timers” have passed away and it is now my turn to be one of the dwindling “old timers”.

“Through the years we all will be together, if the Fates allow…….”

Over the years my wife had amassed the largest collection of Christmas music of anyone I know; music played only in December.

When she passed in 2004 our youngest daughter “borrowed” my copy of “TheChristmas Revels”.  I told her to keep it and got myself a brand new copy.

It remained wrapped for years.  I couldn’t open it.

Last Christmas it was time to open it.

It’s playing now.

Best wishes and peace to all of us this Christmas.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Christmas Revels and Simple Gifts

  1. beetleypete says:

    The tree stumps are truly marvellous mementos of the years gone by, Frank.

    I can imagine your delight at that encyclopedia too. I had one, but I was an only child, so had a lot of stuff. We will also be spending Christmas away, with my step-daughter and her son, and other family too. I will do my best, but I have never been a ‘Christmas person’.
    I am one of those who prefer their birthday.

    Best wishes, and seasonal greetings to you and all your family.
    Stay well, and be happy, my blogging friend.
    Pete.

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    • toritto says:

      And to you and yours as well Pete. Best wishes for Christmas and 2017! I am leaving next Wednesday and will be gone for a week or so.

      Best regards from Florida.

      Frank

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  2. jfwknifton says:

    Isn’t life strange! I too asked for a set of encyclopedias and I remember my parents telling me that I must promise to read them because they were so expensive. I still have them now and I always feel guilty that I should have read them just a little bit more than I did. They came in a cardboard box just like yours.

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  3. Pamela T. says:

    I still have the Revels album and sometimes I listen to it through headphones at my job. I’ll be bringing a big box of Perugina Baci chocolates this Friday. All the presents are wrapped. I also sort of hope to start a holiday album collection, but it’s hard because I want to find CDs that are unique and stand out from the rest. After all, if you heard one version of Jingle Bells, you heard them all. My top 3 favorites are: TALES FROM THE CRYPT: HAVE YOURSELF A SCARY LITTLE CHRISTMAS, TWISTED XMAS BY TWISTED SISTER, and PSYCHOPATHIC RECORDS’ HOLIDAY HEAT. 😉

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