grown ups are like that....

Monday, December 8, 2008

Yes Chrissy, there is a Santa Claus

Dear Chrissy,


I heard from a friend about your purse being stolen. It's terrible to think that someone would do that, especially during the holiday season. We can only pray that their need was greater than ours.


I can't replace your personal things, but I hope the enclosed will replenish your Christmas shopping money. (And maybe your faith in others) If you have a chance maybe you can do the same for someone else.


You gave me the chance to play Santa,

God bless you & Merry Christmas,

A friend,

PS I have enclosed cash, I hope it reaches you ok.

I was seventeen years old when my purse was stolen from the cafeteria at my high school. I had worked, like many teenagers, at the mall to earn money for Christmas. I scrimped and saved my paychecks and my allowance until I had the great sum of $80 set aside to buy presents for my family and a few friends. With great excitement I brought my money to school with me so that I could hit the mall after classes. But I was careless and foolishly left my purse behind after lunch. I never saw it again. I was still young enough to be stunned that someone, one of my fellow students no less, had stolen my purse just a couple of weeks before Christmas. There was no time to earn more money, and I would not be able to buy presents this year.

A few days later I received the above letter in the mail. The letter was typed with no signature or return address. Enclosed were 5, crisp, new $20 bills. My Christmas cash was more than replenished, and I would be able to buy presents after all.

To this day I have no idea who sent this special gift my way, though I do suspect it was one of the teachers from my high school.

I keep this letter, neatly folded, in my Christmas stocking, and every year I pull it out and read it again and every year I cry, just a little, to know that someone would do such a kindly thing with no need for thanks or recognition. Since my children have been born, it has become a sort of tradition to carefully unfold the letter and read it aloud to the family as we decorate for the season. I tell the children that Santa does indeed exist and this letter is proof of his gentle, giving spirit.

Yes, Chrissy, there is a Santa Claus.

11 comments:

Indigo Virgo said...

what a beautiful person for doing that.

and you, for remembering, sharing, and teaching.

(yes, grown ups are like that.)

painted maypole said...

great story!

Beck said...

Now I'm all weepy... geez!

slouching mom said...

awwwwww.

InTheFastLane said...

What and awesome story. I love how you continue the let the story live each Christmas.

Chaotic Joy said...

Very sweet. What a wonderful thing to share with your children.

leigh said...

Fantastic! And a sniff sniff wipe wipe from me.

Aliki2006 said...

I've never lost my faith in Santa...this was beautiful--and beautifully written.

Emily said...

I love this story so much. I'm going to show this to my girls when they get home from school today.

I love that you keep that letter in your stocking and read it with your kids each year.

PS-love the new blog as well.

Kyla said...

How wonderful. There is goodness in this world, sometimes it is hard to see it.

NotSoSage said...

I love that the person made note that, "We can only pray that their need was greater than ours." Such sage (snicker) words.

A beautiful tradition, Christine.