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    Taken from an email from a close friend of mine:

    Three years ago a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the 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

    "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 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 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 he 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. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly
    whispered "Thank you Father. 'Tis a very Merry Christmas!"

    Never Give up hope and God Bless each and every one of you.

    Merry Christmas to all,

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    This story brought tears to my eyes. Thanks Dave. It was beautiful.

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    Hi, I'm Susan Leonard, author of this story. I'd like to ask that you give attribution for the story. While it's not important for me to be recognized as the writer, or for my husband to be recognized as the Santa, we just feel that by attributing the story, it gives it credibility, because it IS a TRUE story, not an urban legend. I knew the story went viral via email several years ago, and is featured on many web pages and blogs. And that's fine. But it's disheartening to see the several blogs (NOT yours!) who ridicule the meaning of the story. God chose to give little Sarah a miracle healing and we are humbly honored to be involved in some way.

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