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The First White Christmas
Rory Manley and Reece Manley

It was the first white Christmas in history in Dallas, Texas, in 2010, according to the news sources here.  In fact, they seem so astounded by it they can hardly speak to any other news!  Channel 8, lead story – Let it snow, on with the show! (Oh, how creative those headline copywriters can be!)  Channel  5, lead story – Let it Snow –ho-ho-ho! (Massive brain power, people, massive!)  Channel 13, well, that’s C-SPAN so they weren’t particularly impressed although I did spy a snow globe on the freshman representative from the north Texas district’s desk (ergo ongoing conspiracy!) on the pan pull back of the video camera  to black.

When we speak of days in historical frameworks, they really should hold a punch of power a tad bit bigger than a dusting of snow.  I can’t help but think the real amazing firsts that going for the Christmas.  Like the first African-American in the Whitehouse.  The first time a nation tried to assure all its citizenry had health access and adequate care.  The first time Secretary of State would be addressed as Madam Secretary. 

We are not shy of meaningful firsts this year.  Whether, and to what degree, they have impact depends upon each of us and our lot in life.  For me, it’s a magical first Christmas because it’s bringing the lip service of diversity to the fruition of inclusiveness.    It’s a magical first Christmas because it’s the first one with a 4 in the front of my age number.  It’s the first Christmas of being a publisher author and, because of said publication, the first year I knew what EVERY body was getting for Christmas from me!

For my father, it is the first Christmas without his mother.  It is the first Christmas where he is facing the lip service of accomplishment and the fruition of generativity.  It’s a time of reflection for him rather than a time of simple celebration.

For my brother, it is the first Christmas his sons knew the truth about Santa.  His last year to enjoy the innocence of childhood and the first Christmas to brace for the oncoming challenge of raging of adolescent hormones for the first time not coming from his own body.

For my bulldog, well, to her it is just another Christmas.

The point is the day we mark as Christmas should be one full of firsts, lasts and in-betweens.  It should be a day where we sum up the year to that date and what it has meant for us.  It is the day where we should prepare for what we do next in life.  Prepare with confidence from our past mistakes and aspirations of dreams not yet dreamt.    And, as Rory, my 8 year old nephew said, a pout on his face as he finally reached the top of his present pile, “Can it be Christmas, everyday?” 

Well, can it be?  I think I’ll make it the first Christmas I say yes.