Continuing with the Spirit of Christmas, I am narrating a True story that exhibits the Christmas miracle of Hope.
A few years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at a big Mall. The boy climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.
“She’s my sister, Bella, who is very sick,” he said sadly.
Santa encouraged a smile to the boy’s face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. The boy’s grandmother came over to help the boy off his lap, and whispered to Santa, ”Well, the girl in the photograph… my granddaughter…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, that you could come see Bella?”
Santa told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Bella was. After his shift, Santa retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Bella was staying. He drove to the hospital and went to Bella’s room. Santa quietly peeked into the room and saw little Bella on the bed. The room was full of Bella’s family members; the Grandmother and the girl’s brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Bella’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Bella’s thin hair off her forehead. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile, Santa entered the room, “Ho, Ho, Ho!” “Santa!” shrieked little Bella weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes intact. Santa gave her a warm hug. Bella’s skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. Santa looked intensely at Bella 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. Santa closed his eyes and prayed. 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, holding hands, smiling at Bella, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Bella beamed at them all. “Now, Bella,” he said authoritatively, “you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I expect to see you at my house at the Mall this time next year!”
“Yes, Santa!” Bella exclaimed, her eyes bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back in the Mall for his six-week, seasonal job. One day a child came up to sit on his lap.”Hi, Santa! Remember me?!” “You came to see me in the hospital last year!” Santa’s jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, “Bella!” 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 Bella’s mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and wiping their tears. That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
My dear readers, I wish that this Christmas you are blessed to be an instrument in bringing about – this miracle of hope. Merry Christmas!
“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.” – Laini Taylor