A Great Christmas Story to warm your heart

Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by happycanuk, Dec 9, 2006.

  1. happycanuk

    happycanuk New Member

    //(Tissue Alert...)//
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    >> /Always believe in MIRACLES!! Three years ago, a little boy and his
    >> grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child
    >> climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. /
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    >> /
    >> "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"/
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said
    >> sadly./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw
    >> her
    >> dabbing her eyes with a tissue./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"
    >> the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face,
    >> asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. /
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    >> /
    >> When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the
    >> child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"What is it?" Santa asked warmly./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ." the old
    >> woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect
    >> the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. "The girl in
    >> the
    >> photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and
    >> isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through
    >> tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa . any possible way that you
    >> could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to
    >> see Santa."/
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information
    >> with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.
    >> Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he
    >> had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying,"
    >> he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."/
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    >>
    >>
    >> /When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening,
    >> he
    >> retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was
    >> staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to
    >> Children's
    >> Hospital./
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    >>
    >>
    >> /"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier
    >> that day. "C'mon.... I'll take you there," Rick said softly./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found
    >> out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the
    >> hall./
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    >>
    >>
    >> /Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw
    >> little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her
    >> family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met
    >> earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by
    >> the
    >> bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another
    >> woman
    >> who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed
    >> with
    >> weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could
    >> sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern
    >> for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa
    >> entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"/
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to
    >> run to him, IVtubes in tact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a
    >> warm
    >> hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at
    >> him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses
    >> bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he
    >> saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart
    >> melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes
    >> were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing
    >> of the women in the room./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside
    >> one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering
    >> "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and
    >> Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she
    >> wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.
    >> As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for
    >> Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in
    >> agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding
    >> hands.
    >> Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.
    >> Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.
    >> He
    >> asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.
    >> He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he
    >> finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,
    >> "Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright." The family
    >> joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of
    >> hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When
    >> the
    >> song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's
    >> frail,
    >> small hands in his own./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Now, Sarah, "he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that
    >> is
    >> to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your
    >> friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall
    >> this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this
    >> little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her
    >> the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift
    >> of HOPE./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Yes, Santa! "Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
    >> Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed
    >> between
    >> them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out
    >> of the room quicklyand rushed to Santa's side to thank him./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.
    >> "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged
    >> him./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for
    >> his
    >> six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by
    >> and
    >> then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
    >> "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"/
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at
    >> her./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each
    >> child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle
    >> and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely
    >> recognized
    >> her,for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much
    >> different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He
    >> looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines
    >> smiling and waving and wiping their eyes./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed
    >> --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle
    >> of
    >> hope./
    >>
    >>
    >>
    >> /This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well.
    >> He
    >> silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father.
    >> 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!/
    >>
    >>
  2. elliespad

    elliespad Member

    Thank you.
  3. Busyknitter2

    Busyknitter2 New Member

    Thank you so much for sharing this.
  4. hugs4evry1

    hugs4evry1 New Member

    Merry Christmas,

    Happy Holiday Hugs,

    Nancy B