For most American servicemen and women serving in the military overseas their holiday wish is simple: to be home for Christmas.
Soldiers sacrifice much for the sake of others, not the least of which is being able to spend the holidays with their loved ones.
No Christmas song captures the soldier’s heartfelt longing more than “I’ll Be Home for Xmas.”
The melancholy words of the soldier overseas writing a letter home, echos generations of soldiers who long to be home but are unable to e because of the war.
The wistful holiday classic written during WWII was the perfect sentimental war-time song holding deep meaning to U.S. troops overseas and it rings as meaningful today as it did over 70 years ago when it was first recorded in 1943. It was so popular it became the most requested song ar USO shows.
Christmas on the Home Front
Unlike today when service in the military is not shared by most Americans, WWII was a time when most families had at least one empty chair around the Christmas dinner table.
In the winter of 1943 the U.S. was a long way from victory despite the Allied victories at Guadalcanal, Tunisia and the surrender of Italy.
Wartime Christmas was different from the jolly ones we remembered.
Sure there were evergreen trees, and bright red holly, but grim necessity had forced so many things to change, now that war time rationing and shortages were in full swing. Ass the war continued nearly every item Americans ate, wore, used or lived in was rationed or regulated.
Christmas shopping continued if not with a heavy heart, then a with a strong back since shoppers were encouraged to carry all their packages home no matter how large due to cuts in delivery services. Even Xmas cards were scarce due to the paper shortage.
Guns and Butter
Holiday meals took on a war time footing
Our traditional holiday standing rib roast would have to wait till after the war since fighting men needed muscle-building meat more than we did. Unless you had an in witha butcher or patronized Mr. Black ( on the Black Market) housewives often trudged from butcher to butcher seeeking a decent cut of meat.
Christmas would be less sweet without all the sugary treats since both sugar and butter were rationed too.
Of course we were better off than most of the boys overseas who would be eating Christmas dinner from a mess kit, so it was unpatriotic to complain.
But Uncle Sam tried to be a genial host over the holidays for our fighting soldiers and he promised a Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. In fact Armour promised its readers in the 1942 ad that: “This Christmas, millions of men in the service will find their holiday meal as bountiful as they enjoyed at home.”
So many traditional gifts were also unavailable.
That new pair of roller skates for Jr. would be hard to find since metals were desperately needed for war duty, perfume for Mom was near impossible to get since the alcohol used to produce it was vital to the war, and the holiday Whitman’s box of chocolates for Grandma was hard to come by because so many were going to our fighting men here and abroad.
A new Hoover vaccum always on M’Lady’s wish list would have to wait. Manufacturing had halted turning to making material s of war. In its stead Hoover suggested a gift War Bonds for Christmas:
This Christmas a war Bond is just about the finest present we can think of.
Some day there’ll be Victory…Some day those War bonds will turn into US currency, …for when the Good Day comes to pay for new electric cleaners and automobiles and refrigerators and stoves.”
Fondly remembered things would mean more than ever.
The Ghosts of Christmas Past
The all too familiar trajectory of the American family’s Christmas in wartime was summed up in one sentimental wartime ad.
This Stromberg-Carlson radio that ran during Christmas time 1943 tugged at the heartstrings. It featured one such war-torn family, that gained strength thanks to the music from their Stromberg Carlson radio.
It seemed the only thing that got Lorraine Babbitt through Xmas that year was music.
Bing Crosby had really out done himself last Christmas season with his dreamy White Christmas.” How could Der Bingle possibly top himself this year,” she wondered.
The baritone crooner didn’t disappoint.
His Christmas time offering for 1943 “I’ll be Home for Christmas” caused lumps to form in everyone’s throats from the home front to the front lines.
The heartfelt words of the soldier overseas writing a letter home could have been anyone’s son, brother or husband. It certainly could have been Lorraine’s husband John.
I’ll Be Home for Xmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe and presents on the tree
I’ll be home for Xmas, if only in my dreams
Lorraine would play that 78 record of the melancholy song over and over as if merely wishing John home for Xmas would make it so. Lorraine grew forlorn, her thoughts drifting back to a happier time , Christmas 1940, a full year before Pearl Harbor and our last Christmas of peace for a while.
Silent night, Holy night…All is calm…”
“She was back three years ago and John was leading her into the room…and then she saw it the radio with a big red ribbon around it! She hadn’t said a word…just turned and kissed John…the kids had squealed with delight.”
The Caisson” go rollin along”…
By 1942, her husband John had been drafted but was granted a Christmas furlough much to the delight of Lorraine.
”Last year, John came home from camp unexpectedly…it was last-minute leave and they’d had no warning. That was a wonderful Christmas…with the kids wearing Johns uniform and marching to the music. If war were only marching and music…”Lorraine muses to herself wistfully.
“There’s a long, long trail a-winding…”
Now it was Christmas 1943.
“In a few minutes it will be Christmas again… Christmas without John,” Lorraine shares with the reader. “Tomorrow will be bad…there will be memories that hurt…but the children must have a real Christmas…the children. Tonight she’d sit and listen to music…and, in the soft sweet strains, she’d reach across the world and be with John…tonight.”
If only in her dreams…..
Merry Christmas to all and to all who can’t be with their loved ones for the holidays.
© Sally Edelstein and Envisioning The American Dream, 2018.