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December 24, 2004

I Remember Christmases Past and...

Derek Shackelford

Christmas brings back so many wonderful memories when I was a child. Children for the most part, you see, are innocent in terms of how we have commercialization the Christmas season.

For some odd reason, as we journey into adulthood, the true meaning of Christmas changes into something different. There is something unique and magical about a child being unknowing about the world in which we live.

My favorite Christmas song as child was Stevie Wonder's "Someday at Christmas." I liked the music more so than the lyrics, but as I have gotten older I have listened to the words with a more astute ear.

The first verse sings that "Someday at Christmas, men won't be boys playing with bombs like kids play with toys." As we look into our world today, bombs are being used as the equivalent of toys. Killing people with bombs seems more like a sport than each life being valued.

The next verse continues: "Someday at Christmas, there will be no war, we will learn what Christmas is for." There are wars currently taking place. Which begs the question: do we really know what Christmas is about?

The song goes on: "Someday in a world where our dreams will come to be, in a world where men are free." As a child I kept dreaming and now I want everyone to be free.

Mr. Wonder continues to intone: "Maybe not in time for you and me, but someday at Christmas time. It may not be in our lifetime, but we do owe the next generation a world of peace."

The song continues with the next verse: "Someday at Christmas we will see a land with no hungry children and no empty hand." This world is too full of hungry and poverty stricken children.

The last verse says: "Someday at Christmas where this will all come to be; Someday at Christmas where all men are free, maybe not in time for you and me but Someday at Christmas time."

Stevie Wonder sang this song and he was blind. It seems to me that maybe he had more vision than those of us who do have eyes.

I want to go back to those days when I was a child when there appeared to be endless opportunities and a hopeful future. I truly do because Christmas is about the vision of one child being born.

Merry Christmas!



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