Christmas has many meanings for me.
- Writing a thank you note in Spanish to a 89 year old cubana for the kinds gifts she gave me in honor of Cuban Doctor’s Day (Dec 3rd) and connecting her with the Catholic church near my childhood home
- Volunteering for hospital call so my colleagues who celebrate the holiday can be with their families, just as they cover for me on my religious holidays.
- Seeing a ten year old get presents from the hospital volunteers because an asthma attack made him miss Christmas at his grandparents’ house.
- My children going out for donuts with my father
- Watching my father learn to use an iPad Mini. I admire a man who earned his engineering degree with a slide rule, owned the first Hewlett Packard electric calculator ($450 in 1970), taught himself to use an IBM XT 30 years ago, and now burns his own CD’s.
- Taking our annual Christmas lights tour. Who doesn’t like an inflatable Santa outhouse?
- Enjoying Chinese food and a movie with my family
- Remembering the less fortunate among us. This year we’ll give to organizations that provide health care for homeless and help resettle refugees in our city. It is not enough to treat them in the hospital; we must do more to help.
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion.”
In the words of Kinky Friedman: “May the God of your choice bless you.”