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When is it ok to believe in Santa…

So when is it OK to believe in Santa , who is Santa ? he is just a man dressed up to play a role that Children love, a fairy story they can and want to relate to. Do their parents believe in Santa, No, they know who buys the presents and it’s not Santa who gets the bill.

Some Parents worry their Children will think they were lied to but like they accept that their other fairytales are not True as they mature, they also accept Santa is not too, without feeling this.

So when is it wrong to promote Santa… it’s wrong when Children are not taught what the real meaning of Christmas is too, which is Jesus God’s greatest gift to us, so Santa than becomes a substituent for Jesus instead of a helper for Dad and Mum who show kindness to them like the first Santa did to those who were in need (see link below)


This means when they find out that Santa is not a real person today, they are left with no real example of unconditional Love and kindness by someone who is a reality and Loves then greatly, Jesus Christ, their Lord and Saviour.

It is also wrong when Santa is used by Churches to get numbers because as the Body of Christ we are to promote Jesus always, not Santa to attract the lost.

Most know there was a real Santa, but today I want to share about another Santa, this Story amazed me but also encouraged me greatly and is proven to be True and what is also very much Truth is regardless of what we do in life, what our job is or our Pastimes and even in regards to our families, God must always come first, even if your Santa. We give Thanks for those who are faithful in all their walks of Life.
An amazing True Story…….

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 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 to 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 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 Christmas holidays,’ she said through tear-filled eyes. ‘Is there any way, Santa any possible way that you could come see Sarah? All she’s asked for Christmas, was 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, wit 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 Him that His 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. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, ‘Thank you, Father. ‘Tis a very, Merry Christmas!’
To confirm this Story please click link – http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/s/santa-sarah.htm

Where Did Santa Come From…..


S G The True story of Saint NicholasS G

 Saint Nicholas is the man from whom the story of Santa Claus derives and who is also referred to or called Saint Nicholas or Saint Nick,  From  the  poem  “The Night Before Christmas.” Santa is best  known today as a fat jolly man with  Reindeer’s and escapades down Chimneys, a  Fairy Story for Children. S GBut it all began  with  Saint Nicholas, who was born during the third century in the village of Patara. At the time the area was Greek and is now on the southern coast of Turkey. His wealthy parents, who raised him to be a devout Christian, died in an epidemic while Nicholas was still young he then lived with his uncle. S GObeying Jesus’ words to “sell what you own and give the money to the poor,” Nicholas used his whole inheritance to assist the needy, the sick, and the suffering. He dedicated his life to serving God and was made Bishop of Mara while still a young man. But Bishop Nicholas was never officially Canonised this legend simply evolved.

S GBishop Nicholas became known throughout the land for his generosity to the those in need, his Love for Children, and his concern for Sailors and Merchants.S GMany Stories and Legends have grown up around Bishop Nicholas some True and some not True, for some they are used just for material gain, but for many others they are because people what to hold onto something or someone but they have to be bigger and greater then anything or anyone else so they make up stories which are not based on God’s Truth but are creating an Illusion and they do this because they are trying to meet needs that only the True God can satisfy. S GOver the years people come to believe these made up stories were true and sadly many start to worship these people that have been created in the imagination of others and give them the glory that belongs to our Heavenly Father alone and to those He apportions it to. S GGod’s Truth in His inspired written word, tells us we have one Mediator Jesus Christ and He is the one who intercedes for us not St Nicholas or anyone else no matter how devout that person was or is, when we pray, we always do so in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, no other persons name.  Although we do respect others for their faith and their Ordained position.  But if they are in error with what they promote, we pray for them and correct them in Love and for Love, we don’t show disrespect to them but we also don’t accept the wrong they do or say and if needed we warn others. S GBishop Nicholas was a humble man and sought to serve the Lord without fanfare or promoting himself and I’m sure if he was alive today he would be dismayed by the way some people overlook the real meaning of Christmas and make him (Santa Claus) their main focus. S GThey do this instead of giving the Glory and honour to God and thanking Him for His great Love for us expressed in His wonderful Gift… His son Jesus Christ. S GThey do not accept Jesus and deny His reality and so they miss out on a relationship with the Living God because they worship the created things instead of the Creator.S GSt Nicholas as He is commonly known lived his life with generosity and good will because of his thankfulness and Love for the Lord, but he did this not only during the month of December but all year because he believed in his heart… that it is in giving that we will receive and this does not have a time frame because it comes from Love.”S GSo if you choose to remember St Nicholas at Christmas then keep in mind he is not the reason for the Season Jesus Christ is and His Name is above every other name and it is He who is to receive our Glory, Honour and Praise. S G
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