Merry Xmas 2018




Greetings and best wishes for a Merry Xmas from Wagga Wagga in New South Wales, Australia.



 Stella- looking very special- in her Xmas dress.



Delta in her Xmas dress celebrating her 2md Xmas.





2018 has passed so quickly once again. Here we are at Xmas.



My beautiful " Sav" who is now 2 1/2 yrs old has grown into a very handsome & delightful young man who has sired already  several gorgeous young puppies. He has been joined by the gorgeous brown          " Delta" now aged 18 mths A  little bundle of joy. She is an absolute character & " Sav" & " Delta" are the best of friends.


My beautiful " Stella", "Teddy","Georgia", "Sav" & " Delta" continue to make like a joy . I love them all so much. Added to the poodles are "Mother Puss" who manages the poodles so well, the  chooks & now  duck.s

Much of the year has been spent working with my friends- particularly Sue Ellis, Myriam, Marg, Wendy to make dog coatys, toys & other items for rescue dogs. To all those those have helped- a massive thank you.

This year has seen many friends come to visit & to enjoy their friendship & their treasured dogs. Some have suffered health problems and luckily are on the mend. I hope that as we all age gracefully, 2019 will truly be a very happy & healthy one. One in which we will continue our friendship.

My blessings to everyone for 2019.





Every year when Christmas comes
I realise anew
The biggest gift that life can give
Is having friends,
And may the spirit of Christmas
That forever and ever endures
Leave its richest blessings
In the hearts of you and yours.


May joy be your gift at Xmas

      & happiness, hope & love

      Be your treasures in the New Year


      Merry Xmas





Firstly I would like to share a beautiful Xmas story- one that exemplifies the true meaning of the Xmas spirit:

Martha's Christmas Miracle
Martha was sitting in her living room watching television this
Eve, alone as she had been for the last five years. All of her
children had married and moved to the four corners of the nation, her
youngest, a surgery resident at the Vet School across the state had
planned on coming home, but had been assigned to work the emergency
clinic and couldn't find a replacement. Martha told herself that
having Sally working to help the sick and injured animals this
Christmas Eve was worth being alone, besides, Sally would be driving
over for Christmas dinner the next afternoon.
All the animals had been fed and now were safely in either the kennel
building or lazily laying around the house. Martha had to stop to
think how many dogs she had at her house this Christmas, she sighed
when she realized there were 16. She did rescue and the number of
dogs was always changing with some dogs being adopted, and new
abandoned dogs coming in. Feeling verwhelmed by the number of dogs
she had and all the dogs still left in shelters to die because there
was no room for them in rescue, Martha seriously wondered if she
should stop working rescue. If she didn't have all these dogs, she
could have flown to any of her other children's homes for the
holidays to be with family. Besides, the heartbreak of seeing each
dog in such need was beginning to really weigh on her.
Tonight she had a new dog, brought home that day. Martha didn't
really plan on adding another dog but on her way home from the store
she saw a dog lying on the side of the road. Certain the dog was
dead, Martha stopped, to pick up the body and take it home for a
burial. As she got closer, she recognized the shell of an Alaskan
Malamute, the breed she rescued. Covered by cuts and festering
wounds, what fur was left was matted and filthy, it was so skinny
that laying there you could see each rib and it's hipbones were the
widest part of his body.
With tears in her eyes, mourning for what once had been a majestic
animal now reduced to almost a skeleton she reached down to give the
poor dog one last pat on the head. "Oh, you poor boy, what a way to
end your life. Well, at least I can name you and give you a decent
farewell." As her tears fell on the dog's head, one eye slowly opened
and the tail gave a single wag.
"You're alive! Everything will be OK now, I'll take you home and you
will have a soft bed and food tonight." She said, tears streaming
down her face, this time from happiness.
The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning the dog's wounds and
making sure he was able to eat and drink water. Martha set up the
large run in the kennel building for him. A soft blanket and a thick
foam pad was to be his bed, fresh water and food beside him. Papers
for his 'necessary functions' were placed at the far end of the run.
He lay there watching every move she made.
Martha left the dog resting on his bed, somewhat surprised at the
reaction of the rest of the dogs in the kennel. Pandemonium usually
broke out with all the other dogs wooing and barking when a new dog
was brought in, tonight all the other dogs just stood and silently
watched as Martha cared for the new dog. Thankful the other dogs were
not disturbing the new boy, Martha went to the house to finish
preparations for tomorrow's dinner.
Later that evening Martha went down to the kennel to check on the new
boy and feed the other dogs. As she walked in the door the new boy
shakily stood to greet her. As she was straightening up the kennel
after feeding and exercising the dogs, she saw her microchip
reader. "Well, this will be a waste of time" she thought as she ran
the reader over the dog's body.
BEEP! The reader had located a chip! Writing the number down, she
hurried to the house to call the chip registry and report the found
dog. As she suspected on Christmas Eve, all she got was a machine.
Very late that night, the phone rang. Martha answered and a strange
voice was on the other end. "Did you find a dog with a microchip?"
"Yes, are you the registry needing more information? " Martha asked.
"No, the registry called us and told us you found our dog!" and then
the man broke down crying. After composing himself, he continued.
"The dog you found is BISS AM/CAN/INT CH Wasilla's Ice Sculpture,
WPD, WTD, WLD, TT, CGC but to us he is our heartdog, the love of our
life, Icy. Three years ago Icy was stolen from his exercise area in
our back yard. We did everything we could think of to find him, but
lately we had almost given up hope of ever seeing him again. This is
a miracle. We are leaving now to come pick him up. We are about 14
hours from you so we will see you and Icy in the morning."
Martha was crying, indeed it was a miracle! And the new dog now had a
name, his own name and his people were coming for him. What a
wonderful Christmas gift.
Martha hurried down to the kennel to let Icy know that his humans had
been found and they were on their way to take him home. As Martha
walked up to Icy's kennel he stood to greet her, "Icy, yes, I know
your name and I have spoken to your people.they' re coming to take
you home."  As she was talking to Icy, she heard the old clock in the
building strike midnight.
Much to her amazement, Icy said "Thank you."
Martha thought, Now I am sure I have been around dogs too long, I
could swear I heard Icy speak.
Icy continued "Martha, yes I am talking to you in human language, you
see, at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Day, all animals can
speak. Let me tell you what happened to me today."
"I have been kept in a dark barn for a long time by some very mean
people who beat me and often forgot to feed me. Two days ago I found
a loose board on the barn and was able to escape. I walked as fast as
I could, looking for my people, or at least for some kind person to
feed me and give me a warm place to sleep before I died. I was in the
middle of a big field when I couldn't walk or even crawl any more, I
laid down, knowing I was about to cross to the Rainbow Bridge. As I
stepped onto the Bridge, an Angel came towards me."
"Icy," the Angel said "If you agree, He has a job for you before
cross the Bridge. There is a very kind human who needs you today to
restore her spirit."
"Of course I agreed to help a human -- that is what Malamutes do. The
Angel picked up my body and carried it to the side of a road and laid
it down. The next thing I remember is you were scratching my ear and
talking to me and your tears were falling on my face. You have cared
for me this day."
Martha heard a chorus of voices all about her. To her amazement she
was surrounded not only by her dogs, but dogs she had rescued and
sent on to forever homes, all voicing stories how Martha had cared
for them and restored them to health and loved them, thanking her for
her love.
The first Malamute Martha had rescued many years ago stepped to the
front of the gathering and said, "Martha, you took us in to your
home, cared for us, healed us both in body and spirit then, even
though it broke your heart, sent us on to our new forever families.
This gave us a life we would never have had without you. Others of us
here, never were adopted and lived out our lives with you, loved and
cared for as if we were your own dogs. In our hearts we are your
dogs. Thank you."
Then one small mixed breed puppy stepped forward from the back and
said, "Miss Martha, you never held me nor fed me, you see I am
speaking for all the shelter dogs and cats gathered here for which
you did all you could. We understand that you can't save us all, but
you read our shelter stories, knowing we would cross the Bridge
without knowing a home of our own, and you cried for us. We thank you
for that. You see, we knew you cared and loved us, too. And that love
helped us as we crossed. We thank you and all the other Rescuers for
that small act of love."
Icy looked at Martha and told her, "It is getting late and you will
many people here tomorrow to celebrate Christmas. And you have your
rescue work to continue. Our time to be able to talk to you is
growing short, but always remember what happened tonight. What you do
for the animals is a gift to us and to Him, the Father of us all.
Each of us, animals of every species, needs people like you. Please
keep on helping. You are doing the work of Angels."
At that point all of the dogs in unison said "Thank You," and their
voices blended into a joyous howl which echoed from the heavens to
the ends of the earth.
Humbly offered as a Christmas Gift to all who love animals


An Unlikely Angel


It was just before Christmas. An angry middle-aged man stood at the
counter of the animal shelter, gripping the leash of an aging German
shepherd. "Why won't you take him?" he shouted. "I need to get him off
my hands!"

The adoption counselor tried once more to explain. "At fourteen, Samson
is too old to be a good adoption candidate," she said.
"Well, then just take him and put him down," the man yelled. "I want to
be rid of him."

"We don't take animals just to put them down," the counselor explained.
"May I ask why you no longer wish to keep the dog?"

"I just can't stand the sight of him," the man hissed, "and if you won't
put him down, I'll shoot him myself."
Trying not to show her horror, the counselor pointed out that shooting
an animal was illegal. She urged the man to consult with his
veterinarian for other options.
"I'm not spending any more money on this animal," the man grumbled and,
yanking the leash, he stalked out.

Concerned, the counselor wrote down the license plate of the man's truck
and offered up a quick prayer for Samson.

A few days later, a German shepherd was found abandoned. He was brought
to the shelter, and the staff recognized him as Samson. The town where
he had been abandoned was where his owner lived.

The man was contacted by the police and, under questioning, admitted
that distraught over his recent divorce, he had sought revenge through
the shepherd. He hadn't even wanted the dog, but he fought to keep him
to spite his wife. Once his wife was gone, he couldn't bear to see the
animal. The man was charged with abandonment, and Samson came to stay at
the shelter.

The wife and the couple's son were located in Pennsylvania. They were
horrified to hear what had happened to their dog and agreed immediately
to have him come live with them.

There was just one problem: The wife was nearly broke after the divorce
and their initial move. She could take no time off from work to drive to
New Hampshire and get the dog, and she couldn't afford any other method
of getting him to her. She hated to have Samson in the shelter any
longer but didn't know what to do. "We'll come up with something," the
staff assured her, but in their hearts they didn't know what. They were
concerned, as well. Samson had lived with his family all his life.
Within a few weeks, his whole world had been turned upside down. He was
beginning to mope, and the staff could tell by his eyes that if he
wasn't back with his family soon, he would give up.

Christmas was only two weeks away when the angel arrived. He came by
pickup truck in the form of a man in his mid-thirties. Through a friend
of a shelter staffer, he had heard about Samson's plight. He was willing
to drive Samson to Pennsylvania, and he would do it before Christmas.

The staff was thrilled with the offer, but cautious. Why would a
stranger drive hundreds of miles out of his way to deliver a dog to
people he didn't know? They had to make sure he was legitimate and that
Samson wouldn't be sold to meat dealers or dumped along the interstate.

The man understood their concerns and, thankfully, checked out to be an
upstanding citizen. In the course of the conversation, he explained why
he had come forward.

"Last year, I left my dog in my van while I went to do some grocery
shopping," he explained. "While I was inside, the van caught fire. I
heard people hollering and rushed out to see my van engulfed in flames.
My dog meant everything to me, and he was trapped. I tried to get to the
van, but people restrained me. Then I heard someone shouting, 'The dog
is safe! The dog is safe!' I looked over, and there was this man I'd
never seen before, holding my dog. He had risked his own life to get my
dog out. I'll forever be in his debt. Just when you don't think there
are heroes any more, one comes along.

"I vowed then and there that if I ever had the chance to do someone a
good turn when it came to a beloved pet, that I would. When I heard
about Samson and his family, I knew this was my chance, so here I am."

The shelter staff was amazed. They all knew about the van rescue story.
It had been in all the papers, and the shelter had even given the
rescuer a reward, but they had never dreamed that Samson's angel was
connected to this earlier good deed.

A few days later, Samson and his angel were on their way. The dog seemed
to know he was going home, because his ears perked up and his eyes were
brighter than they had been in some time.

Just before Christmas, the mail brought one of the best cards the
shelter had ever received. Along with a thank-you note were photos of a
deliriously happy Samson romping with his family in the snow and
snuggling with them by their Christmas tree. Samson was truly where he
belonged, and the staff knew he would live out his days happily there.

They also knew that Samson's journey home was a true Christmas miracle,
and that angels - and heroes - may still appear when you need them, even
in the most unlikely forms.


True story of Rudolph (wonderful)
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty
Apartment window into the chilling December night. His 4-year-old daughter
Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing.
Bobs wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.
Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home.
Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just
Like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with
Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the
Story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.
Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too
Little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd
Rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to
Fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful
To get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great
Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all
Short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings
And now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment
In the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford
To buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined
To make one - a storybook! Bob had created a character in his own mind and
Told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope.
Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each
Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May
Created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created
Was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little
Reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose.
Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on
Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook
And offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the
Book. Wards went on to print "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and
Distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946
Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph.
That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards
To print an updated version of the book.
In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all
Rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and
Marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family,
Became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter.
But the story doesn't end there either.
Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph.
Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby
And Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.
"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a
Phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song,
With the exception of "White Christmas."
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on
Returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the
Lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so
Bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.
(...And now you know the rest of the story!)



Now for some lighthearted humour about Xmas:




Merry Xmas!

Tis the season to paws and remember

 the holiday tails that gave us much pleasure.

 They take us back to the days of our youth

When secrets were whispered and told as the truth.

Share these stories of merriment and glee

 To make this holiday season the happiest it can be.

 Happy Holidays!




A Dog's Rules for Xmas

1. Be especially patient with your humans during this time. They may appear
to be more stressed-out than usual and they will appreciate long comforting
dog leans.

2. They may come home with large bags of things they call gifts. Do not
assume that all the gifts are yours.

3. Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on you. They seem to get some
special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers.

4. They may bring a large tree into the house and set it up in a prominent
place and cover it with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may seem to
you, it is an important ritual for your humans, so there are some things
you need to know:

a. Don't pee on the tree
b. Don't drink water in the container that holds the tree
c. Mind your tail when you are near the tree
d. If there are packages under the tree, even ones that smell interesting
or that have your name on them, don't rip them open
e. Don't chew on the cord that runs from the funny-looking hole in the
wall to the tree
f. The lights and decorations are not toys

5. Your humans may occasionally invite lots of strangers to come visit
during this season.
These parties can be lots of fun, but they also call for some discretion on
your part:

a. Not all strangers appreciate kisses  and licks
b. Don't eat off the buffet table
c. Beg for goodies subtly
d. Be pleasant, even if unknowing strangers sit on your sofa
e. Don't drink out of glasses that are left within your reach

6. Likewise, your humans may take you visiting. Here your manners will also
be important:

a. Observe all the rules in #4 for trees that may be in other people's
houses (4a is particularly important)
b. Respect the territory of other animals that may live in the house
c. Tolerate children
d. Turn on your charm big time

7. A big man with a white beard and a very loud laugh may emerge from
your fireplace in the middle of the night. DON'T BITE HIM!!


Puppy's First Xmas




Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,

And here it is Christmas Eve.

The children are sleeping cosy upstairs,

While I’m guarding the stockings and tree.


What’s that now- footsteps on the rooftop?

Could it be a cat or mouse?

Who’s this down the chimney?

A thief with a beard-

And a sack for robbing the house?


I’m barkin’, I’m growlin’, I’m biting him.

He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.

I scare the strange horses, they leap in the air.

I’ve frightened the whole bunch away.


Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again.

The stockin’s are safe as can be.

Won’t the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow?

And see how I’ve guarded the tree



 Santa Paws

You'd better not bark

You'd better not bite,

You'd better not scratch

The sofa tonight,

Santa Paws is coming to town........

You'd better not growl,

You'd better just purr,

You'd better not howl

Or shed lotsa fur,

Santa Paws is coming to town.....


He sees you in the kitchen,

He sees your every try

At secretively snitchin'

The very last piece of pie...


You'd better just know

The greeting he sends,

He's saying "Ho Ho"

To all his Best Friends,

Santa Paws is coming to town!


author unknown



Wrapping Xmas presents - with puppies


   1. Gather presents, boxes, paper, etc. in middle of living room floor.


      2. Get tape back from puppy.


      3. Remove scissors from older dog's mouth.


      4. Open box.


      5. Take puppy out of box.


      6. Remove tape from older dog's mouth.


      7. Take scissors away from puppy.


      8. Put present in box.


      9. Remove present from puppy's mouth.


      10. Put back in box after removing puppy from box.


      11. Take scissors from older dog and sit on them.


      12. Remove puppy from box and put on lid.


      13. Take tape away from older dog.


      14. Unroll paper.


      15. Take puppy OFF box.


      16. Cut paper being careful not to cut puppy's foot or nose that is getting in the way as he "helps."


      17. Let puppy tear remaining paper.


      18. Take puppy off box.


      19. Wrap paper around box.


      20. Remove puppy from box & take wrapping paper from its mouth.


      21. Tell older dog to fetch the tape so he will stop stealing it.


      22. Take scissors away from puppy.


      23. Take tape older dog is holding.


      24. Quickly tape one spot before taking scissors from older dog & sitting on them again.


      25. Fend off puppy trying to steal tape & tape another spot.


      26. Take bow from older dog.


      27. Go get roll of wrapping paper puppy ran off with.


      28. Take scissors from older dog who took them when you got up.


      29. Give pen to older dog to hold so he stops licking your face.


      30. Remove puppy from present & hurriedly slap tape on to hold the paper on.


      31. Take now soggy bow from puppy & tape on since the sticky stuff no longer sticks.


      32. Take pen from older dog, address tag & affix while puppy tries to eat pen.


      33. Grab present before puppy opens it & put it away.


      34. Clean up mess puppy & older dog made playing tug-of-war with remnants of wrapping paper.


      35. Put away rest of wrapping supplies & tell dogs what good helpers they are.




Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the
McAllister Mall in Saint John. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a
picture of a little girl.
Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?
"Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said
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
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 the hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that
"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 in 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 were riveted 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 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 McAllister 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 was again back on the set in Saint John 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.
Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank
you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!








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