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Is That Santa? Inspirational

Is That Santa? Inspirational
“Peace Be With You And Yours”

It had been five years since she ventured out at Christmas.  After the accident it was impossible to go anywhere without causing a near riot. People had so many questions. The fire had left it’s mark. A couple more years of surgeries might erase the nightmare. Until then, the boys were walking advertisements for  skin grafts.

Holding her sons hands she inched towards Santa’s Village. They had thrown a holy holiday fit when she refused to take them to Santa’s Village. They didn’t care if the entire mall stared at them. People always stared at them.  They wanted to deliver their lists to Santa in person. Registration was simple; one form, a slide of a debit card and now to wait. Five families from Santa her nine year old tugged on her arm.

I want to go home.” He cried. “I don’t want a photo. I don’t want any pictures.” His older brothers eyes, narrowed as he watched his sibling begin to cry.. “I agree. I’m tired of being the side attraction.

Dinner that evening was quieter than normal. “I guess Santa won’t get our lists.” The nine-year old lamented.”We should have stayed. Why am I so stupid? We went all that way for nothing.” 

“I’ll send Santa your list tomorrow, don’t worry I’m sure he saw you.” She assured.

Is that Santa? Asked her eleven year old. “Santa. Santa came to our house!

Jumping up her nine year old ran to the door and flung it open. “Santa, we’re in here. We have cookies. I promise and milk too.” 

Come here children and bring your list.” Grabbing her camera she followed the brood into the front room. Glancing at her youngest she raised the camera to get his permission.

Go ahead mom.We need a picture before we’re to big.” He said.

Looking through the lens she watched as mercy and peace wrapped their arms around her two angels.

Is That Santa?

 

Photo By Jordan Oram

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Bing Crosby filled our home when I was a kid. SO of course he's on my #hope list. At this time of the year I am reminded of my rockstar mom who was known to invite mere strangers to Christmas Eve and who made us all play charades and dress in our holiday glory for midnight mass ...She was chock full of mercy and peace and thankfully I was blessed to experience the wonder of her life. Here's a link to listen to White Christmas... WhiteChristmasBingCrosby.

Posted by on December 22, 2011 in Loss

Every day I get up expecting a miracle or ten thousand. Mostly I expect God to take the questions of life and turn them into soulful inspiration to encourage you and I on this journey. That's why I'm here. I believe in the miracles that faith, love and hope make possible.

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