Got this in e-mail today...wanted to share it!
A real tear jerker if i do say myself...get out the kleenex, you will
cry!!!
Santa's Prayer!
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at
Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a
picture of a little girl. 'Who is this?' asked Santa, smiling. 'Your
friend?' Your sister? 'Yes, Santa,' he replied. 'My sister, Sarah, who
is very sick,' he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw
her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
'She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!' the
child exclaimed. 'She misses you,' he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's
face,asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the
child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
'What is
it?' Santa asked warmly.
'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 to
collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
'The girl in the photograph ... my granddaughter . well, you see .. 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 .... 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.
Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he
had to do.
'What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying,'he thought
with a sinking heart, 'this is the least I can 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 the assistant location manager how to get to Children's
Hospital. 'Why?' Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier
that day. 'C'mon .... I'll take you there,' Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found
out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the
hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw
little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her
family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met
earlier that day.
A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently
pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he
discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a
weary, sad look on her face.
They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and
closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and 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, IV tubes intact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a
warm hug.
A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him
with wonder and excitement.
Her skin was pale and her short
tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But
all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes.
His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.
Though his eyes we reriveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps
and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.
As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside
one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully,
whispering 'thank you' as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.
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 that angels watch over you, 'he said.
Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and Prayed.
He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this
disease
He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. 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, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying
tears of
hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held
Sarah's
frail, small hands in his own.
'Now, Sarah,' he said authoritatively, '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 -- not dolls or games or
toys -- but the gift of 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.
'My only child is the same age as Sarah,' he explained quietly. 'This is
the least I could do.' They nodded with understanding and hugged 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,' Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at
her. After all, the secret to being a 'good' Santa is to always make
each child feel as if they are the 'only' child in the world at that
moment.
'You came to see me in the hospital last year!'
Santa's jaw dropped!!!!!
Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle
and held her to his chest. 'Sarah!' 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 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!!!! She was
Alive and WELL!!!
He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, 'Thank you, Father
God! 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!'
If you believe in miracles you will pass this on. I did!!
LIFE IS GOD'S GIFT TO YOU .
HOW YOU LIVE IT IS YOUR GIFT TO GOD, YOURSELF AND LOVED ONES.  
HAVE A VERY, VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! God Bless! ~Tom Coss~ ((((HUGS))))