Christmas miracle – real story!

“Who is this?” asked Santa smiling at the young boy who was climbing up on his lap holding tightly a photo of a small girl in his little hand, “is she a friend or your sister?”
4. Christmas miracle (Hope)
“My sister, Sarah, who is very sick,” he answered sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
As the granny was helping the child off Santa’s lap, she started hesitantly to say something.
“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.
“The girl in the photograph… my granddaughter well … she has leukemia and isn’t expected to make it even through the holidays,” she said through tear-filled eyes. “Is there a 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.
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 Rick, the assistant location manager how to get to Children’s Hospital.
“Why?” Rick asked looking puzzled.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah’s grandmother earlier that day.
“Common….I’ll take you there,” Rick said softly.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.
The room was full of her family; the grandmother and her brother; a woman whom he guessed was Sarah’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off her forehead; another woman who he discovered later was Sarah’s aunt, sat looking weary and sad. Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family.
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.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.
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 the angels to watch over you,” – he said.
Laying one hand on the child’s head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.
“Now, Sarah,” he said authoritatively after he finished praying, “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; 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 quickly and rushed to Santa’s side to thank 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,” was his usual answer to all kids.
“You came to see me in the hospital last year!”
“Sarah!” he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was now long and silky and her cheeks were rosy.
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. ‘It is a very, Merry Christmas!”

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