Yesterday started out a little bit rough for this little girl. She hit the window of our house flying about a million miles an hour, trying to escape another young lady who was offended by her presence.
After she smacked the window, she dove for the ground; with her aggressive girlfriend following, and the boyfriend trailing close behind. Little girl cowered against the fence as the young lady attempted to maul her to death. Jealousy will do that I guess. The boyfriend tried to intervene, but got a mouthful and a slap in the face. So he decided it was best to stay as far up in the trees as he possibly could.
After watching the brutal slaying from afar, I just couldn’t stay away any longer; I knew I had to intervene myself. Upon reaching the fence where the fight was going on, young lady squawked at me and took off, and poor little girl let me pick her up and carry her inside. She was completely calm and begged me to help her. I cleaned her wounds the best I could and finished with some healing ointment. She smiled at me as I readied a nice comfy bed for her and winked at me as I closed the door.
Later that evening, I went to check on her and she told me she was ready to go home. I carried her to the front door and we said our goodbyes. She promised to come visit me once and awhile and sing more of her sweet songs to me. I in turn, promised to have plenty of birdseed on hand for when she visits next. It turned out to be a great day after all.
Everyone is starting to tell me that you aren’t really real. But Santa, I want you to know that I still believe in you. Don’t get me wrong, I know that the Santa at the mall isn’t really you, but actually just one of your many helpers. Yet I know you really must exist, because my mom told me that you’re best friends with God, and I know she wouldn’t lie. God seems really far away, and I’m not quite sure he actually hears me sometimes. So Santa, could you please give him a message for me? This Christmas, all I want is for all the sick people in the world to be healed and for everyone to be happy. Even if it’s just for one day. So could you please ask him for me? I wrote him a letter last year, and I don’t think he got it, as it is still on my window sill. I know it’s a lot to ask, but it’s really all I want. Thanks Santa, you’re the best!
Michelle (8 Yrs. old)
I was recently challenged to write a letter to Santa, after I challenged my friend Paul to do the same thing. You can read his letter here. The letter above was based on a memory I have, of writing a letter to God when I was a little girl. I wish I still had that letter, it would be so much fun to read now. Anyway, hope you are all having a wonderful holiday season, and I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas! And don’t forget the true reason why we celebrate. Love you guys! ~M xoxo