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Isn't it gorgeous? I sit and stare at it up on my hutch and I feel both peaceful and inspired.
And I remember that I BELIEVE.
I believe in Santa Claus and I believe in Christmas miracles.
I do.
I was once a struggling, working single parent with two small children and no child support.
And then it was Christmas. And my paycheck didn't stretch any further than it usually did. And so I worried and stressed and prayed. But I knew that Christmas was going to be brutal that year. With a 7 year old princess and a 4 year old tough guy. And no extra money for gifts. I can barely stand to remember.
A few days before Christmas, an anonymous cash gift showed up in my mailbox. It wasn't a lot but it was enough that I was able to buy my kids a few toys. And make it look like Santa visited our modest home.
I never found out who that gracious and generous soul was. But every Christmas I think of them. And their unselfish gift that meant everything to this poor, harried, single mom.
And I believe that it was God himself who whispered my need and my desire into their ears. And I am forever grateful that they listened and played Santa Claus to the single mom and her two kids.
That was one of many Christmas miracles I've experienced.
And so I tell you unashamedly that I believe in Santa Claus. And Christmas miracles. But mostly I believe in a good and generous God who doesn't forget "the least of these."
And so I listen. Just in case he's whispering someone's need in my ear. And I get to play Santa Claus and be a part of someone's Christmas miracle.
Do you believe?
Oh, Yes! I have gotten to play Santa and I have been blessed by others. Both parts are fabulous! I have gotten to play both this year, and there is still more time be used of God before December 25th. Merry Christmas!
I believe.I can’t write anything else as I’m rendered incoherent by teary eyes.
xoxoxo
Ay, Martica, I do believe. A lot. Specially when you live moments awfully similar to those you had with your little princess and your tough boy… I have a tough boy and two elder but tiredless angels to watch over, and that’s my main reason to believe. Up to nine years ago, we never had Santa’s visit; his name was a curse word. Now, no matter how big or how little, he will always be with us on Christmas…
i believe …and i believe you cross the paths of people for a reason! thanks for the reminder that christmas is not how big the gift but the little gestures that mean so much!
merry christmas!!!
Yes, very much Marta. I see miracles everyday, if we are just still enough to watch and listen. God sends us His messages and blessings daily. This Christmas will be no different. Thanks for sharing that story.xoxo