Merry Christmas In Advance!

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I have a real Christmas story to share with you. It is by Kathy J Parenteau and below is the preface:

"My mother means the world to me. She is fighting for her life because she has cancer. I wanted to honor her with this poem. She came from poverty beyond what most could imagine. When she was a little girl she wrote a letter to Santa. She didn't use postage. She just placed it in the mailbox. The mail man read the letter and got together with a local church to make mom's dream come true. Her dad was a very proud man that would not except charity, however, this one time he graciously accepted."

And here is the main story/poem. Enjoy!

MAMA's CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

Mama told me a story a long, long time ago, not like any that I'd ever heard,

all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word.

Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well.

It was a Christmas Eve I'll never forget as far as I can tell.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, it was only my mother and me.

I was dreaming of Christmas morning and all the presents under the tree.

Dad wasn't doing that well and money was scarce that year.

Mama found a way of telling me without me shedding one tear.

She told me a story of a little girl and a Christmas long ago,

who came from far away, a place where it rarely snowed.

Santa was just a dream to her, but she believed so much inside,

that Christmas was going to be special, so she knelt by her bed and she cried.

"Lord, let Santa remember me if not just this one time. 

I promise I won't ask for much, maybe a dolly I can call all mine." 

She closed her prayer and thanked the Lord for all that she received.

She knew that Santa would really come if only she believed.

She wrote a letter to Santa, unfamiliar to most girls and boys.

Though her list was long and full, on it there were no toys.

Only things we take for granted, like new shoes or underpants,

hair bows for her sisters and gloves to warm her brothers' hands. 

At the bottom of her list she asked, if it not be too much, 

for a brand new baby doll she could hold and love and touch.

Then Christmas morning came and she looked beneath her tree,

Not a present to be found as far as she could see.

She didn't give up hope as she heard a knocking sound.

When she opened up her door, a great big box she found.

She called out to her mother and dad, brothers and sisters too,

She said, "My prayers were answered, there's something in here for all of you."

Her daddy got brand new boots, her mother new underpants, her sisters got beautiful hair bows, her brothers warm gloves for their hands. 

Buried deep beneath the box was a brand new baby doll and a note that said, "Merry Christmas, I love you one and all."

I'll never forget that story because much to my surprise, 

I saw the true meaning of Christmas shining in my mother's eyes.

For those of you who are wondering, as if you didn't know,

The little girl in Mama's story was my mother long ago.

APPENDIX

This poem is about a childhood memory I will never forget. God bless all the mothers in this world, and may all your Christmases be ones to remember.

END

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mamas-christmas-miracle

Do have a lovely Christmas and get someone miracle-like surprise!