Dear Santa, I know you’re super busy. Heaven knows, you have approximately 1.9 billion children in the world to worry about. But I wanted to bring a few kids to your attention. If you have time.
First off, please help Sophie (13), who is losing her hearing. Right now, her mother is taking her to UF Health Shands Hospital, in Gainesville, Florida. And everyone is worried.
Sophie’s mother is Deaf, and uses Cochlear implants. The deafness is a genetic issue, and now Sophie is going through hearing problems. Sophie’s mother writes:
“Would you please pray that doctors can stop Sophie’s hearing loss and even restore what’s been lost?”
If anyone can help her, you can, Santa. And when you’re finished helping her, please help Jayden (15).
Jayden’s lungs are giving him problems. The doctors aren’t giving him a good prognosis. In fact, they’re giving him bad news.
“I just want to be a normal kid,” he writes to me. “I just want to breathe normal again.”
Visit Jayden, will you Santa? Give him special attention. And if you have time after that, please help Kirsten (12). Kirsten’s mother has never married, Santa, because her mother has been taking care of Kirsten’s ailing grandmother for many years.
“After my grandma’s stroke, my mom and me moved into the house, and my mom dropped out of college, and all she does is take care of Grandma.”
Kirsten’s mother has accompanied her grandmother for every bathroom break, administered every shower, and tucked her mother into bed every night.
As a result, Kirsten’s mom has never lived a life of her own.
“Please pray for my mom to have a good Christmas, she deserves it.”
So if you’re reading this, Santa, help her. And when you’re through helping Kirsten’s mom, please send some love to my friend Mason.
Mason is 24, living in Hoboken, New Jersey. He might not be a kid, Santa, but he is going to ask a young woman to marry him, but he is nervous because this woman has three children. Mason is afraid that he won’t be up to the challenge of raising three kids.
“I love them,” writes Mason, “but I’m so young, and I’m scared. I don’t want to be a bad dad.”
So help Mason, Santa. Give him a Christmas miracle. Then, fly over to California and help Stuart and Carly.
Stuart and Carly have a newborn child who is blind. The child’s name is Cory. The young parents are both very excited about being parents, Santa, but they are also frightened that they are not going to be able do what it takes to help their little Cory through life.
“I will do anything for my baby,” says Carly. “But I just don’t know if I’m qualified to be a mother. I am terrified.”
If anyone can help them, you can, Santa. Give them hope. Give them a sign. I don’t care what you do, just help them know they aren’t alone.
Then, zip over to the Midwest and help Kendra (11), the young woman in Kansas City. She is going to be placed in a foster home this week, maybe even adopted, Santa. And she is frightened.
“What if they don’t like me?” Kendra writes. “What if they don’t want me?”
And help Briget, who is getting married tonight, as I write this. She is the recipient of a recent heart transplant, Santa. The mother of Briget’s deceased donor is going to be at the wedding service, sitting in the front row. The older woman will be watching her late son’s heart walk down the aisle.
It will be a bittersweet ceremony, laced with earth-shaking emotions. Give them all something wonderful tonight, Santa. Make their wedding a true success. Help them find joy. Help them feel a powerful love.
In fact, help us all, Santa. Help us humans to see that Christmas isn’t about cheap presents and layaway plans and flat-screen TVs and truly crappy Hallmark Channel movies.
Christmas, no matter what anyone says, is about Advent. And Advent is really just a Latin word for “Adventus,” which means “arrival.” The arrival of God on Earth. Meaning: God gives a dang about you.
You matter to the universe. You matter to God. Yes, you. You don’t have to do anything special to win Heaven’s love. You don’t have to pray a magic prayer. You don’t have to do a magic tapdance. You don’t have to be accepted into any special club. You’re already his favorite human being. God is already your biggest fan.
Santa already knows this to be true. I hope, someday, you will know it, too.
So good luck at your doctor appointment, Sophie.