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I cried the whole time I read this...

Posted by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:03 PM
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Do you believe in angels?
> >
> >Three years ago, a little boy & his grandmother came to see Santa at the
> >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, & 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 & 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, &
> >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 & 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 & swallowed hard & told the woman to leave information with
> >his elves as to where Sarah was, & 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 & 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 & 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 & saw
> >little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her
> >family; there was the Grandmother & 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,
> >& Santa could sense the warmth & closeness of the family, & their love &
> >concern for Sarah.
> >
> >Taking a deep breath, & 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, IV tubes in tact.
> >
> >Santa rushed to her side & gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of
> >his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder & excitement.
> >Her skin was pale & 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, & he had to force himself to choke
> >back tears.
> >
> >Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps &
> >quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he & 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 & Sarah talked & talked, & 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, & asked for permission from the girl's mother.
> >
> >She nodded in agreement & the entire family circled around Sarah's bed,
> >holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah & 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 & prayed. He asked that
> >God touch little Sarah, & heal her body from this disease.
> >
> >He asked that angels minister to her, watch & 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, & 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 & held Sarah's
> >frail, small hands in his own.
> >
> >"Now, Sarah, "he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, & that is to
> >concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your
> >friends this summer, & 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. Heleaned down & kissed her
> >on the forehead & left the room.
> >
> >Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between
> >them & they wept unashamedly.
> >
> >Sarah's mother & grandmother slipped out of the room quickly & 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 & 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 weekswent by &
> >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, & he grabbed this little miracle &
held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her,
for her hair was long & silky & her cheeks were rosy -- much different
from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over &
saw Sarah's mother & grandmother in the sidelines smiling & waving &
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 & well. He
silently looked up to Heaven & humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis
a very, Merry Christmas!



**Watch out your true colors are showing and everyone can see them**




 




by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:03 PM
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Replies (1-10):
heartsandskulls
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:07 PM
i cried to...very heart touching
CoUrtNEyLeE
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:08 PM

Awww That was the sweetest little story!

mom_of_twins219
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:13 PM

this is just so sweet. thats is just a wonderful story.

Randi
a_l_daigle
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:13 PM

OMG I am crying at work, thanks....

harvgal04
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:14 PM

lol thanks for making me cry!

chaneldakota
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:17 PM

i cant stop crying from this!

vfitzy84
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:17 PM

I loved the story...I couldn't stop crying!!!

LarissaNFL
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:19 PM

very sweet :)

OfTheFaIIen
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:20 PM
very powerful and moving


Truth can be found if only you would see it.

lonesomemommy
by on Dec. 17, 2008 at 1:25 PM

tears... at work...I'm going to get caught on here one day, by my boss. But that was a very touching story

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