Saturday, December 15, 2007 Speak out: The Magic of Christmas By Henry L. Yu, MD
WE, Baby Boomers, are now into our midlife years.
We have traveled life's many journeys.
We have committed mistakes along the way.
We have loved and lost.
We were confused, we cried some tears, we ran and stumbled, we had bruises.
We fell and stood again.
We learned our lessons.
We've really been through a lot.
With each Christmas that comes, new scenes are deposited into our memory bank.
Still, the fact remains that in the eyes of our classmates, family and friends, we are the same guys and gals of decades past.
Nothing has changed except that we have become better persons---as children of God, as working professionals, parents, or as senior citizens.
With each Christmas that comes, we are recycled, repackaged, reformulated, renewed.
There is still that feeling of excitement, maybe not so much for ourselves now but for our children.
In our children, we see a reflection of our youth, of the way we were.
Yes, we still believe in the Magic of Christmas.
We will always do.
There’s magic whenever we recall those wonderful Christmases of the past---when we were the noisy and carefree kids of the ‘50s, the teenagers of the jam session era of the ‘60s, the working bunch of yuppies of the ‘70s, the family men and women of the ‘80s, the midlifers of the ‘90s, and the senior citizens of the new millennium.
It’s magic because no matter how depressed or forlorn we feel because of some seemingly insurmountable problems, we still manage to smile whenever we hear Christmas songs.
They transport us back to that era when we were the young and the restless, living in a world that was more peaceful and safe: less pollution, less traffic, less violence, and, yes, less responsibilities in life.
Life is indeed a cycle.
But the wonder is: Whenever Christmas comes, the baby in us also comes back to life, resurrected.
