Tis the season for miracles, warning long but good

Discussion in 'Managing Your Flock' started by nccountrygirl, Dec 12, 2007.

  1. nccountrygirl

    nccountrygirl Chillin' With My Peeps

    Jul 31, 2007
    Sanford N.C.
    FAITH AND SANTA

    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.

    "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.


    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."



    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.

    "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.


    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!
     
    Last edited: Dec 12, 2007
  2. BantyChickMom

    BantyChickMom Chillin' With My Peeps

    Sep 25, 2007
    Henderson, NC
    How touching!!
    It brought tears to my eyes.
     
  3. Frozen Feathers

    Frozen Feathers Chillin' With My Peeps

    May 4, 2007
    Maine
    [​IMG] <--- me right now, but in a [​IMG] way.
    Great story, thanks for sharing!
     
  4. texaschickmama

    texaschickmama Chillin' With My Peeps

    Sep 19, 2007
    Poolville, TX
    OMGosh, I bawled on that one. My youngest daughter, Hope, is going to be 2 on Saturday. I lost two babies before her and it was very hard to "get" her here safely. It breaks my heart to think of parents having to go through something like this. Thanks for that post. Hope is the greatest gift of all for me.
     
  5. BantyChickMom

    BantyChickMom Chillin' With My Peeps

    Sep 25, 2007
    Henderson, NC
    When my youngest DD was 8 months old she had an eye infection.
    Her eye was just about swollen shut and I really thought my son had been jumping around her playing with her and accidently kneed or elbowed her.
    When she started with a fever several hours later, I took her to the doctor.
    She was sent to Duke Medical Center and placed on the pediatrics floor where there were so many poor children with all kinds of cancers.
    We were there from Tuesday thru Saturday afternoon.
    When the priest came by to talk to us, after a few minutes into conversation I realized he thought we were there because of a terminal illness.
    I immediately told him DD's reason for being there, told him we really appreciated him coming by, but he should be visiting the other kids who needed him much more than we did.
    It is just heartbreaking to see children like that.
    I could hardly stand being there.
     
    Last edited: Dec 12, 2007
  6. SpottedCrow

    SpottedCrow Flock Goddess

    [​IMG]<---happy tears.
     

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