Because of this memory, I will always believe in Santa.
The year my Dad had his injury at work our family didn't have much. We were struggling and doing our best to make it. We had someone give us the 12 days of Christmas and to this day I KNOW it was Santa. One of the days we were given a Christmas Tree. I was about 12 and was trying very hard to catch the person in their act, just to see who it was. It was snowing the great big snow flakes that are so beautiful to watch. It was coming down hard and sticking to the ground. We heard a knock on the door and opened it to find a beautiful Christmas tree. We decided to follow the foot prints in the snow to see if we could find out who it was that was leaving us the gifts. We stepped onto the front porch to discover that there were no foot prints in the snow. It was as if the tree had magically appeared and knocked on the door by itself. The whole front of our home was an undistrubed white blanket of beautiful Christmas snow. A true Christmas Miracle.
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