By Dave Carr
My daughter came home last night. This is a big thing, probably bigger on the cusp of Christmas, but yeah, big any time of the year. She lives on Canada’s left coast -- has for a couple of decades -- and we just don’t see as much of each other as we’d like to. And flying home at Christmas has been, every blessed time…..well, let’s just call it a “winter adventure” and leave it there. Last week, I was thinking about this Christmas. Our son will be home, too, but just from Toronto -- we see more of him -- but the real nicety will be to share essentially the same Christmas day with these two adults in their 40s, that we shared when they were 6 and 2…..presents, breakfast, play with your toys, Christmas dinner, maybe a bit of TV and bed. Family. I am amazed at how blessed I am and what a special time of year this is -- especially when your kids can make it home.
It is, in fact, a blessed time of year for quite a number of world religions, most of them as celebratory as the Christian day on Monday. Jesus is an important person in other world religions as well, Judaism and Islam foremost among them, and in an ideal world, we all share the promises this season offers us in messages of peace, of love, of gathering, of hope, of life itself. It all emerges for a month in December, and then gets lost again in our returns to the store, and the resumption of everything from Question Period to Civil War. My mind wandered through all this and more waiting for my daughter to fly in yesterday, leading me to the kinda cheesy Elvis song, “Why Can’t Every Day Be Christmas?” Well…..it can, you know; it’s in you. On behalf of Rosemary, Susan, Andrew, and Murphy, the wonder cat of the west side, I’m Dave Carr wishing you a Merry Christmas. If you’re Making Waves, I hope you’re in Hawaii.