A Nice Solid Navy
Dec 22 2025
Dads like practical gifts.
Something he’d buy for himself,
and certainly not expensive
sentimental
or meant to impress.
Even better
instead of a present, a simple card,
because what could he possibly need
let alone want?
A tough man to buy for.
So we usually went with a tie,
which even for a kid
is hard to get wrong.
And because he wore a suit to work everyday
like real grown-ups do
and the serious man that he was.
I would have loved a novelty tie
but was over-ruled.
You know the kind,
ones that squirt water,
feature zaftig ladies
dancing the hula,
or cartoon characters
fat Santas
bad puns.
No, it had to be sensible
like paisley or striped
or a nice solid navy.
In other words, conservative
which is also how he voted.
The only suit I own
is the black one
with a plain black tie
I bought for his funeral.
I think he would have approved;
a practical suit
I can use for everything
from weddings to Bar Mitzvahs
to job interviews.
He left behind
a closet full of ties
draped neatly on a wooden rack
he built himself.
Hard to tell which were worn
and which simply kept.
For sentimental reasons, I guess.
Who knew
he had a soft spot
he kept behind closed doors.
One of those days I just had to write — something, anything. But absolutely no inspiration came: no ideas, no passionate need to put into words. And several false starts left me cold and thinking of just moving on.
Then I thought of the present-buying frenzy this time of year, and that it’s ridiculous to buy anything for the adults in your life: Christmas is for kids, not grown-ups (the gift part, that is; the magic part lives on); and besides that, we all have everything we need anyway.
But kids buy for their parents (the adults in their lives, and the only adults that should get). Our family — well assimilated Jews, but not that well — didn’t do Christmas, but there were still birthdays. And for dads, it might be aftershave or cheap cufflinks, a new drill (if you’re flush) or history book. But most likely it’s a tie: the default gift that’s hard to screw up.

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