Tuesday, December 26, 2006

When do you take your tree down?

  So Christmas is over and the wrapping is all thrown out.  Under the tree looks bare.  When do you all put your tree away?  For me, probably not until this weekend.  I work everyday until Friday and need a day of rest to tackle it.  I have certain boxes for my Santas and pack them a certain way.  Rick would do it but I want it done my way, LOL.  He puts away his lights, he has certain ways he does that.

  Rick got me a pro suduko game and the entire set of All Things Bright And Beautiful.  I have all the books and now I have the video's from the series.  I have always wanted them so I was thrilled.  He made a ham last night that was so wonderful and we had sweet potatoes and green beans.  Good meal and I was off so it was better.  I was so tired yesterday though so the day was very long.  I slept like a log last night. My  granddaughter is sick, so sick she didn't even open her presents.  I hate being so far away.  I would feel better if I could check her out myself and make sure she is OK.

    This morning I stayed close to home because I had to to double my fluid pill, the ham must have been a little much.  I hate that I seem to be having to take them more often.  I also have a abscess in the back of my jaw.  I think it is from the dentist having to give me so much novacaine to numb my tooth that day.  It has hurt since.  I hate mouth pain.  Its so painful, LOL.

   Work tonight, tomorrow and 4 hours on Thursday.  I am charge tonight.  I hope the night goes fast.  We had some sad things happen during the holidays so everyone's mood was sort of low. 

   I wonder what the new year will bring?  Some changes for my MIL I think.  I am getting more concerned then ever about her staying alone.  She is not to bad at her house surrounded by her things but she is becoming more and more forgetful.  Her cooking is always an event.  Did she remember to add everything or did she double something?  We have had some real surprises.  She is such a willful woman that this may be a difficult year.  One my husband would be happy to just pretend isn't a problem, but it is.

  Well, I had better go.  Reading the journals it looked like everyone had a wonderful holiday.  I am glad no one had any tragedies.  I am off on the new year and will probably be in bed by 10 LOL.  I am feeling my age this week.

    I recieved this in an email today.  I warn you its a tear jerker, so of course I had to share, LOL

Santa's Prayer Answered

Merry Christmas!!!

Always believe in MIRACLES!!

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa At 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 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 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 in tact. 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, 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!"

OK the fonts are all messed up and I can't get them to work.  Look at that mess.



jlocorriere05 said...

I do hope your grand daughter will soon recover Julie. I took my tree down on Christmas morning at 8am! I got fed up with the needles on the floor and the size of it, it was half the width of the room! It's out on my balcony now, still decorated! Happy New Year! Jeannette xx  http://journals.aol.co.uk/jlocorriere05/Welcometomytravels/  

lanurseprn said...

Wow what a great story!!  And I hope your granddaughter gets well soon.
I didn't do a tree this year....but I do have to take down my decorations and outside lights.  I'll do that gradually during the week.  
They have a new law here....if you still have your Xmas lights up on the outside of your house after 8 weeks (I think) you get fined.  Crazy huh?
Have a good night....Pam

mpnaz58 said...

I'll take my tree down tomorrow.  Hubby wants it up til New Years, but he goes to work tomorrow, and there will be a surprise when he gets home...no tree!!  Nice story!
xoxo ~myra

cacklinrosie101 said...

My decorations will come down on New Year's Day.  I have had them up previous years until the second week of January because I just love the glow of the tree and the live one was a pain to take down.  I don't think there will be a problem this year.  Hope your grandaughter feels better soon.  My oldest daughter is super sick.  And I know the feeling of overdoing sodium.  I know my BP is up from my sodium intake.  Wow, loved the e-mail entry you posted!  Chris

inquestoftruth said...

I believe in miracles.

My tree is still standing...until this weekend.    It's kind of depressing, isn't it, that it's all over now.      Oh well, spring is on it's way.