Santa, can u visit my granddaughter

Got this from a customer this morning. I cried towards the end. I always believe in Christmas miracle and i hope/wish for 1 tomorrow.

This morning i went to the Airasia ticketing counter at KL Sentral. I told the lady about my problem and she told me to wait 1 hour or worst by lunch hour sebab the guy is not in yet. masa tuh i dah rasa darah i dah mendidih dah. apsal tak masuk office lagi dah pukul 10? macam nih ker airasia bekerja? Sabar cik sabar. ok ok. tunggu. tunggu 15 minit lagi. So i tunggu lah 15 minit tuh. 18 minutes later, tak panggil panggil lagi. i dah tengok jer muka minah tuh kat counter. macam gelabah jer dia. and then pergi tandas punyer lah lama. ish geramnyer.

lepas balik jer i dah serbu. So how ar? ok ok. wait ar. i call the person again. baca paper kat tepi tuh, i boleh dengar dia berbisik how can i tell her that? It's Christmas. Masa tuh i dah gelabah dah. Miss, it seems that your flight tomorrow has been taken by someone else. WHAT????!!!! (memang i dah menjerit kat situ) How so? Sebab terlambat update kat system. saya tak peduli. saya dah call u guys berkali-kali and the person told me to fax the thing to him and now u're telling me this? aper saya nak buat. saya tak peduli. i nak balik juga esok. u guys better do something now or i will go to the TheStar office across the road or worst u might see my face on the MalayMail frontpage tomorrow. (minah counter dah nampak gelabah jer. i learned long time ago if u are right which i am, u better say it out loud. baik bagi sumer orang dengar. memang ramai orang and mata i dah berair dah masa tuh) ok ok miss. hold on yeah. i try to help you.

so i talk to the manager there which gave me 2 options. first, to go on standby tomorrow, meaning i have to wait from morning to night for available seats (Fcuk!!!) or book a flight on the 25th. Sigh. i go for the first 1. in between masa i cakap dgn manager tuh tak payah lah i masukkan kat sini. nothing else can be done, bende dah terjadi. so tomorrow, i will sit at the airport waiting. i haven't tell my mum yet. but if it's 25th pun, takperlah. let's look at the bright side. at least i'm back for christmas. Sigh... what a thing to start my day. but enjoy the story yeah. i cried towards the end. ntah lah. maybe terfikir kalu tak dapat flight tomorrow? muaaaaa...
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 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 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!"

Merry Christmas to you as well.
Santa, can u visit my granddaughter Santa, can u visit my granddaughter Reviewed by princessren on December 22, 2005 Rating: 5


Anonymous said...

sial kau ren, i almost lost my cool in office. punya lah mata merah sekarang nii.

A. S. said...

Emmm...kena camping la kau kat airport...jgn lupa bawak sandwich..n..merry christmas....n...lepas nie delete message aku nie ok...:)..hahhahahhaa

take care.

Anonymous said...

I pray that you could get that seat tomorrow, apsal teruk sangat airasia ni. It seems that they take thing for granted kalau I pon hangin.

princessren said...

dSaint : hehe.. so sad huh??!!! adoi feelingnyer mamat nih. hahaks. nway, merry christmas and happy new year dude.

arief : so sorry lah. streamyx slow sgt i tertekan delete. hhehe... thx and a happy new year to u too. ;) happy new year...

Sad : tq so much lah sad. hang mmg kawan sejati. :D sapa-sapa pun mmg hangin punyerlah. masih berasap lagi aku punyer telinga nih. happy new year...

Gazard7 said...

Wish u can get a nice seat lah... Airasia is terrible in this case!

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