Christmas Revels and Simple Gifts


Yes I’m guilty.

This will be my 78th 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.

In some ways 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 to Tampa 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

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

Christmas candle from Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem.

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.


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 Marie, Joe and Clark this year. They will be  coming next weekend to cart the old man off to the other coast.  This year will be Clark’s 4th Christmas and I want to see him open his presents while I still can. With this year’s health issues I decided in the hospital it was time to seize the day.

The bases cut from those long ago Christmas trees marked with each year of their year will stay in my garage. 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 “The Christmas Revels”.  I told her to keep it and got myself a brand new copy.

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

After perhaps a decade in its wrapper I finally opened it.

It’s playing now.

Clark Cassius looking at his tree last week

Best wishes and peace to all of us this Christmas.


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. :-)
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Christmas Revels and Simple Gifts

  1. Jennie says:

    Thank you for sharing your memories, Frank. Just beautiful! Enjoy Clark opening his Santa gifts on Christmas morning. Merry Christmas!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beetleypete says:

    Such lovely memories, Frank. Especially those tree bases. Glad to hear you will be spending Christmas with CC. Have a wonderful time.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. chicagoguy14 says:

    The music goes on . . . Merry Christmas Frank!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.