Dear Santa
It's getting that time of year when children will be crawling up on Santa's
lap, asking for their dreams of toys, dolls, games, computers, etc. Santa's all
over the country will be listening. But there is one Santa who is not like most.
And I'm proud to say I know him personally.
Where we work, we have a candlelight walk. It's always the second week of
December. Log cabins from the 1800's led by a Civil War Soldier, take groups of
people back to the 1800's era and show them how Christmas was celebrated then.
Santa is always there, and many listen as children tell Santa what they want him
to bring on Christmas Eve.
Last year a little boy touched the heart of Santa in a way no other child had.
And Santa touched the heart of the listening public in a way no other Santa has.
The little boy was about seven-years-old. He climbed on Santa's lap, looked at
him, then said, "I know you can't bring me what I really, really want Santa."
Santa told him to go on and tell him what he wanted.
"I want my paw paw to come back, he died and lives in heaven." With tears in his
eyes, the little broken hearted boy hung his head down. Santa's heart begun to
hurt for the child. Santa then said, "When your paw paw was here, did he take
you fishing?" The little boy nodded yes. Santa asked, "When your paw paw was
here, did he fix toys and things that were broken?" Another nod of the head.
Santa said, "When your paw paw was here with you, did you and he do a lot of
things together?" The little boy nodded yes. Santa asked, "Did your paw paw tell
you he loved you many times?" The little boy's tears slid down his cheeks as he
whispered yes.
Santa's white gloved finger softly touched the little boy's heart and then he
begun... ...... "Your paw paw didn't die, he lives RIGHT HERE. You will always
have your paw paw with you." The little boy lifted his head up and a smile was
seen through those little tears.
They tell me there wasn't a dry eye in the crowd that night. Sniffles were heard
all over the room, as Kleenex and handkerchiefs were brought out.
Santa told me just yesterday he will never forget that child. He told me he felt
so badly for that little boy whose paw paw was his world. And yet, with the
touch of a magical glove......Dear Santa brought a smile to a little one's face
just days before Christmas.
That's the way it should be.
Sharon Bryant 1946@bellsouth.net
About Me:
I am Sharon Bryant. I am almost 58 years old and I reside in Alabama. I'm
originally from Michigan but have lived in the south for eleven years now. I
have always loved to write since grade school and had hopes years ago of one day
writing professionally. I never dreamed I'd write about the things I do today. I
lost my child in 1977 when he was five years old and I write articles on
bereavement, poetry, and now have a website for bereaved parents and online
support to help those who have to walk the road that' I've had to walk.
I am a chocolate/candy maker and have my own chocolate shop in a historic state
park. I am also a wood crafter and knitter.
I like to read, play scrabble, cook, work with my scroll saw, paint, and create
crafts for my shop. I really love working with chocolate and creating truffles,
and all kinds of candy.
I write for 2theheart, Storytime Tapestry, Angels on Earth, Warm Fuzzy Stories,
Hugs From the Heart, Illustrator, and my own online support called Whispers of
the Heart.
I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 25,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 22.
My main goal in life is to help those who have lost a child. The road is long
and hard, and it is my hopes that through writing, I may be able to help someone
who is hurting from this tragedy. My website is:
www.angelsremembered.tk Angels
Remembered My poetry site is:
http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/fromsharonsheart/