The Magic Of Christmas Miracles: An All-new Collection Of Inspiring True
By Jamie Miller
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Last holiday season, Christmas Miracles touched the hearts of thousands with its inspiring true stories of real people and their miraculous encounters. With The Magic of Christmas Miracles we have a second collection of amazing true stories of people whose lives were forever changed by small, yet wondrous, Yuletide events. Among them are:
The Red Cap: Santa leaves behind a calling card to convince a doubting child.
Epiphany: A walk in the woods with an angel gives a lonely woman new hope.
Lost at Sea: Two racing yachtsmen put aside rivalry in a dramatic Christmas Day rescue in the Indian Ocean.
Fly Away Home: A private plane carrying an unconscious pilot lands safely in an empty field.
. . . and many more to brighten the spirit. The Magic of Christmas Miracles will uplift readers' hearts for this and many future holiday seasons.
Jamie Miller
Jamie Miller created these games for her five children and has also used them successfully in many church and schoolroom settings. As a member of the singing King Family, Jamie was featured on their weekly television show in the 1960s and 70s and toured the United States and Canada performing during those years. A book editor and the coauthor of Christmas Miracles, she has a degree in education and lives in California.
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The Magic Of Christmas Miracles - Jamie Miller
INTRODUCTION
CHRISTMAS IS A magical time of year. The streets are draped with twinkling white lights that sparkle in the wet road below, soft strains of familiar carols accompany us wherever we go, and the warm smells of home-baked breads and cookies fill our houses with sweet anticipation.
As children, we, each and every one of us, believed in the magic of Christmas. We lay awake at night on Christmas Eve, straining to hear the tinkling sound of sleigh bells and the tapping of reindeer hooves. We believed. We stood next to the crŝche and looked with awe at the tiny figure of the baby Jesus as He lay on the straw. We believed.
But as we grow older, it seems that no smell is as pungent, no music as poignant, no memories as dear as those from our childhood Christmases. As we rush from crowded mall to after-school pageant, staying up late at night struggling with toy-assembly instructions, wrapping paper, ribbon, and Christmas cards?we wonder if we have perhaps lost something along the way. At some point in our hurry to cross every item off our list of things to do and things to buy, we suddenly become aware that those things don’t matter nearly as much as we think they do when we’re caught up in the race to get them done.
For a few brief moments in the midst of our holiday frenzy?if we’re lucky?we catch our breath and get a glimpse of the real magic of Christmas. If we lift our eyes, we will recognize the light in the eyes of the people we pass, and if we look behind their faces to their hearts, we will see people hungry for comfort and love. At these moments, it is suddenly clear to us that it’s not the decorations and the wrapping and the sleigh bells that matter at Christmastime; it’s the people that matter. The warm, whole, happy feeling in our hearts comes as we witness small acts of kindness around us and as we ourselves give love and service to our families and to those in need.
Ask any child what he got last Christmas. Or the Christmas before. He might remember one special thing, but for the most part, the stacks of wrapped gifts are gone and mostly forgotten within a few weeks or months. Now ask any child to tell you what she remembers about the time she went caroling to a convalescent home or helped deliver a basket of Christmas goodies to a family in need. The warm feelings that accompany such experiences are not easily forgotten. Certainly, the receiving of gifts at Christmas is fun, but it is through the giving of self that the true magic of the season unfolds.
It has been said that miracles are God’s way of remaining anonymous.
But if God remains anonymous, the hands through which He works are clearly visible?the hands of common, everyday folks around us, performing quiet acts of kindness that turn sadness and tragedy into miraculous events, the healing of both body and soul.
And occasionally, those hands can even be our own. We all have the power to lift others and create miracles through simple acts of compassion?and we can never be sure just how far the effects of those acts will be felt. A small gesture can be like a stone thrown into the river of someone’s life, the impact of the event rippling on and on. The only requirement is that we keep our hearts and minds open to the whispers that nudge us in the direction of others' needs.
We have collected thirty-three short stories in the hope that this Christmas season, you will be open to those feelings?and to the optimism, hope, and magic that were such a natural part of your childhood. Build a cozy fire, pour yourself some tea or hot chocolate, settle in on the sofa, and read true tales of miraculous and unexplained Christmastime events?a young girl in a coma who awakens upon hearing the sounds of her favorite song, Angels Among Us
; a heartbroken woman who receives Christmas gifts from a kindly stranger on a bus; and a father whose inner emotions are finally touched by the sound of his own son’s pure, sweet voice singing the songs of Christmas.
Similar stories struck a real chord with readers of our first book, Christmas Miracles. Many readers told us how much they enjoyed reading these stories aloud to their children, family, and friends. Some families told us they read one to their family each night between Thanksgiving and Christmas. And in a small way, the book caused its own miracle! While reading The Town That Gave Christmas,
a story about a needy family who receives ten crates of gifts delivered on Christmas Eve in the midst of a raging snowstorm, a family in Canada realized that they had been telling the same story for the past seventy years?but from the viewpoint of their grandfather, the postman who was inspired to make the difficult delivery.
We invite you to share your own stories of miracles with us. And not just Christmas miracles, but miracles of all kinds. If you’d like to share a story with us, just drop us a note. You don’t have to write the story, but please be sure to include your telephone number so we can call you to hear the story. Write to the address on page 169.
We hope that the stories in this book will warm your heart and nourish your spirit. May they awaken in you the rich promise of small miracles in your own life, and add to the wonder of the season for your whole family.
—JAMIE
—LAURA
—JENNIFER
The Man in the Muffler
IWAS SIXTEEN WHEN my father left. That year there was no Christmas tree, no turkey dinner, no presents. My mother worked two jobs as a cleaning lady. I sold hats at a department store in downtown St. Paul, Minnesota. It was Christmas Eve, 1965. The store was closed. The streetlights were decorated with the tinsel of the season. Somewhere church bells tolled out Silent Night.
I stood alone on the corner and waited for the bus to take me home.
The wind whipped my thin coat and threatened to tear off my hand-knit hat. My mother had sewn a pair of corduroy pants to pull up under my dress, but I stubbornly carried them. It was better to freeze than look ridiculous.
It was a snowless December night, bitter and empty. I shivered against the wind and considered how one year had changed everything. My parents’ marriage was over. My home and my heart were broken. The divorce did not surprise anyone but me. My father’s fierce anger had exhausted my mother’s forbearance years ago. But he had never gone away before, never abandoned us. It was because of him that there would be no family celebrations this year. I resented him for the destruction of my family. These were the things I thought as I lumbered onto the freezing-cold bus.
I found a seat next to the bus heater and placed my feet on the perfect spot. Hugging my corduroy pants, I cherished the small comfort of the heater as it eased the cold in the bus.
That is when it happened.
A man, perhaps in his sixties, appeared from somewhere in the back of the bus. He smelled of English Leather and Pepsodent, and wore a hat like Frank Sinatra used to wear. A fine Pendleton wool muffler hid half his face and he held a large shopping bag.
May I?
he asked as he prepared to sit.
I looked away. I didn’t speak to strangers, especially men.
He sat next to me and placed the shopping bag between us. I noticed the bus driver watching him in the mirror. Everything would be all right, I told myself. This man won’t get away with anything. He sat beside me, studying my worn coat, my desperate hug of my corduroy pants. Bus heat rushed through the soles of my shoes, and I closed my eyes, allowing the warmth to help me forget him. Then he cleared his throat and touched my arm. Excuse me,
he said, and pardon me for intruding. But I couldn’t help notice that you are shivering. Are you all right?
He peeked at me from behind his muffler and when his eyes met mine I saw something I had never seen before. It was the face of a kind man. For a moment, I felt the chill of the bus dissipate.
You look tired,
he said. Have you had a tough day?
When he spoke I realized that I was watching his concern for me take form. The sensation was new, foreign. My father’s face was never filled with worry for me or anyone else. Anger, frustration, and fear were the foundation of his personality. Perhaps being a father made some men anxious and burdened. I wondered if this man had children. The bus made a gassy sound as it stopped, and he rose to leave. He held onto the handrail of the seat before him, and looked down at me for the last time.
I get off here,
he said. I hope the rest of your Christmas is better than tonight.
I looked into his eyes and felt my throat tighten. For a moment I wanted to take his hand, to hold fast to this rare concern for me.
Thank you, sir,
I said. I heard my voice break.
He was nearly off the bus when I realized he had left his package.
Hey, mister!
I called. He turned as the bus doors opened. You forgot your things.
I pointed to the bag.
No I didn’t.
He pulled his muffler over his face again and waved. You keep it.
The bus doors closed behind him and he was gone. The bus driver insisted that I carry the package home, so I did. The house was dark when I arrived. My mother was sitting in the living room, asleep in her chair. At first she didn’t believe me when I told her what happened, but my story was so marvelous that she came to accept it.
We opened the shopping bag and found three packages wrapped with red ribbon and golden paper. There was a box of Fanny Farmer white chocolate in one bundle, a bright red wool scarf in another. The smallest package held a tiny mother-of-pearl music box.
My mother wrapped the scarf around her shoulders and marveled at the large almonds in the white candy. Maybe things will work out for us after all,
she said. She handed me the music box. The tune it played was Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
When I lifted the lid, its song reminded me that there was one kind man in the world. If there was one, I thought, there must be others. If there are others, the world is not an ugly place and the lyrics to the song are true.
Next year all our troubles will be miles away.
I treasure my music box still. It holds a gold ring from my husband, an old cameo from my mother, and the memory of a Christmas miracle.
—KRISTINE M. HOLMGREN
Northfield, Minnesota
A Father’s Tears
ONE AFTERNOON ABOUT a week before Christmas, shortly after my family of four piled into our minivan to run a short errand, this question came from a small voice in the backseat: Dad,
said my five-year-old son, Patrick, how come I’ve never seen you cry?
Just like that. No warning. One minute it’s Mom, what’s for supper?
The next it’s Dad, how come …
My wife, Catherine, was as surprised by Patrick’s question as I. But she is one of those lucky souls for whom tears come naturally, are spilled spontaneously, and then are quickly forgotten. Patrick has seen his mother cry dozens of times. So my wife was entitled to turn to me with a mischievous smile that said, Explain this one, Dad.
I couldn’t, of course. I mumbled something in reply about crying when my son was not around, at sad movies, and so forth. But I knew immediately that Patrick had put his young finger on the largest obstacle to my own peace and contentment, the dragon-filled moat separating me from the fullest human expression of joy, sadness, anger, and disappointment. Simply put, I could not cry.
I know I am scarcely the only man for whom this is true. In fact, I believe that tearless men are the rule in our society, not the exception. When, for instance, did John Wayne shed tears, or Kirk Douglas, or any of those other Hollywood archetypes of manliness? In one movie that I recall, when Wayne’s best buddy is slain on the battlefield, the