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Pet Portraits with Santa


Santas Little Miracle..

Remember - there's always hope!

Always believe in MIRACLES!!
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Jolly Ol Santa at a mall in Central Oregon. The child climbed up on Santa's lap, holding a picture of a little girl.
 "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?" "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Emily, 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, Santa!" the child said. "She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile on 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 to all of 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 her tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa any possible way that you could come see Emily? 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 Emily 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 Emily was staying. He asked the  manager how to get to Saint Charles Hospital. "Why?" He asked, with a puzzled look on his face. Santa relayed to him the conversation with Emily's grandmother earlier that day. "C'mon.... I'll take you there," He said softly. He drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Emily was in.  Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Emily 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 Emily's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Emily's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Emily's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with 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 Emily. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" 
Little Emily tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 8 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short hair 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. Santa's heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Emily's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Emily 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 Emily 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 Emily, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded yes, and the entire family circled around Emily's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Emily and asked her if she believed in angels.