Christmas Past

Christmas time brings back a nostalgia that is harder to appreciate with some loss of hearing.  I used to listen to American and European carols, but now I have to sit next to the boom box.  I was a choir boy in elementary school, and Sister Edith had us sing beautiful carols I never knew before.

My Dad, though he earned a nice living, was as frugal as always.  On Dec. 24 he brought home the Christmas tree ($3) and I learned how to cut off an imbalanced branch, bore a hole in the appropriate spot on the trunk, and reinsert it.  After all, what did we have tools for?

It’s still a wonderful time of the year, and our cumulative past makes it richer.

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