Monday, March 24, 2008

All She Wants for Christmas

All She Wants for Christmas

Jana E. Longfellow's picture
Faith

After a long week of Christmas preparation at church and a whirlwind of last-minute shopping, this Christmas Eve has ebbed into the quiet hush of a neighborhood in South Carolina in a warm home where my three teenagers are all fast asleep; with the eldest home from college there is nothing quite like having all the kids under the same roof at the same time. The Christmas lights are still on at every house, and my neighbor's spotlight is on his flag pole as it's been shining ever since he raised his American flag. The stockings have not yet been filled, but it won't be long before I'll be drifting off to sleep, too.

There is no better time for me to find the words to share a story my mother in Maine told me tonight on the phone. She had gone down to my sister and brother-in-law's home for their annual Christmas Eve tradition, a truly Maine meal of lobsters with roast beef for a truly "surf & turf" holiday meal. My family is especially happy this Christmas, as my youngest niece, Maggie, just got engaged to her terrific boyfriend Karl- we met him this summer and truly approve- it'll be nice to have yet another Red Sox fan in the family!

As my far-away family sat around the table, my sister Pammy told everyone the story that another Bath resident had told her about his experience being "Santa" this year at a celebration up town. Her friend is a big guy, and an obvious choice as a Santa. (I won't name names to give his identity away, the real Santa sends out his special friends to help with this job, and prefers them to remain anonymous.) He had the usual request for baby dolls and video games, and since it's Maine, sleds and ice skates topped the list, too.

Then, a wee, tiny little girl walked up to Santa's lap. He looked down at her little face and asked her, "What would you like Santa to bring you this year?"

She looked up at him, and in her sweet little voice whispered, "Peace."

He was speechless for a moment, and then asked, "What did you say, honey?"

"I want peace for Christmas, then my Daddy can come home."

As my sister Pammy told the story, my mom said that there wasn't a dry eye around the table. My own eyes certainly filled with tears just from hearing the story retold.

He went on to tell Pammy that it felt like someone had just reached inside his chest and pulled out his heart. He didn't know what to say, but then finally told the little girl, "I don't know if Santa can do that, but when I get to the North Pole I'll say a lot of prayers for you. It's way up at the top of the Earth so God will be able to really hear me."

As I type this story my eyes are filling once again.

Merry Christmas, little girl that I've never met. I'll say some prayers that you receive that special gift, and that your Daddy and all his fellow soldiers will come home safe and sound.

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A little girl requesting "Peace on Earth" from Santa, eh?

Me too, Jana, me too!

Brandy's picture

Very nice Jana

Very nice!

Hartsville's Santa

Jana, I have heard from a very reliable source that when Santa was at Byerly Park a couple of weeks ago, he had a similar experience. After numerous children had made their requests for Game Boys, XBOX 360s, WEIs, motorcycles, bicycles, and 4 wheelers (of which I have no clue how Santa was going to fit them in his bag), a young boy about 10 years old sat in Santa's lap. His request was simple, yet very complex.
When Santa asked what he wanted for Christmas this year, he replied: "I want by grandma to make it." Stunned, Santa asked him to repeat his request. The answer was the same. Needless to say, Santa had to take a few minutes and he requested that Byerly Park Director Phil Gardner come and tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas. After a few minutes Santa continued on with the other children's request.
As you might imagine it took a small child to bring reality back home for many that night. In all of Santa's years, he has never felt the Christmas spirit more than he did on that night. For a young man to give up all of his worldly possessions to request that someone else might live is a moment that Santa will never forget. It does not take a rocket scientist to see a direct connection between this young man's request and the real reason for the Christmas Season.
Santa, his family, and myself would like to wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year!

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