The things you miss at Christmas

This will be our first Christmas in the UK with NO extended family around. It will be just the four five of us. (Can’t forget the puppy.)

There is snow on the ground, loads of presents hidden upstairs to be wrapped (and me with NO motivation to do so). It looks very Christmas-y outside. Very pretty, very peaceful. A little Christmas music playing as I type – Bing Crosby, Dean Martin.

But today, I am a little glum. Tonight is the night of our annual Vicini family Christmas party. It is a gathering of extended family on my mom’s side, and I would normally get to catch up with all the cousins, aunties and uncles that I don’t normally get to spend a lot of time with. Its also the first year that Papa Dan won’t be sitting quietly in his chair, hearing aid likely turned off because the chatter is overwhelming.

I love this party.

But I am here. They are there.

I miss them.

And of course, at some point, someone will put on Dominck the Donkey, and force everyone to sing along.

What? You haven’t heard of Dominick, the Italian Christmas Donkey?

Here is a little peek:

Cute huh? Of course! How could you NOT love a little Christmas Donkey?

Sadly, this little clip doesn’t do poor Dominick (or Lou Monte) justice – its not the full song. You can go here for the full version.

Hey! Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
It’s Dominick the donkey.
Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
The Italian Christmas donkey.
(la la la-la la-la la la la la)
(la la la-la la-la la-ee-oh-da)

Santa’s got a little friend,
His name is Dominick.
The cutest little donkey,
You never see him kick.
When Santa visits his paisons,
With Dominick he’ll be.
Because the reindeer cannot,
Climb the hills of Italy.

Hey! Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
It’s Dominick the donkey.
Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
The Italian Christmas donkey.
(la la la-la la-la la la la la)
(la la la-la la-la la-ee-oh-da)

Jingle bells around his feet,
And presents on the sled.
Hey! Look at the mayor’s derby,
On top of Dominick’s head.
A pair of shoes for Louie,
And a dress for Josephine.
The labels on the inside says,
They’re made in Brook-e-lyn.

Hey! Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
It’s Dominick the donkey.
Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
The Italian Christmas donkey.
(la la la-la la-la la la la la)
(la la la-la la-la la-ee-oh-da)

Children sing, and clap their hands,
And Dominick starts to dance.
They talk Italian to him,
And he even understands.

Cumpare sing,
Cumpare su,
And dance ‘sta tarantel.
When jusamagora comes to town,
And brings du ciuccianello.

Hey! Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
It’s Dominick the donkey.
Chingedy ching,
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
The Italian Christmas donkey.
(la la la-la la-la la la la la)
(la la la-la la-la la-ee-oh-da)

Hey! Dominick! Buon Natale!
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
(hee-haw, hee-haw)
(hee-haw, hee-haw)

So to all my family back home, have a glass of vino for me, and a some turkey…and some Christmas cookies (not all at once), and give everyone a hug and a kiss from me!!!

Buon natale! I love you guys!

Comments

  1. We miss you guys, too. Even though we didn’t see each other very often anymore at least we could if we had time and schedules matched up. It seems like now you live on another planet, not just across the Atlantic!

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