|Imagine the snow covers the yard. This is the best I can do!|
Around 7 that night, I heard a bit of noise on the front porch, but thought it was just the wind rattling the decrepit porch door. The phone rang about 7:30. A vaguely familiar male voice asked to speak to J. I tried to place the voice amongst our friends in the tiny town as I handed the phone to J.
"Huh?" he grunted into the phone with a very strange look on his face.
I could hear the man speaking, but couldn't make out any of the conversation.
J hung up the phone and answered my question. "He said it was Santa and I should open the front door."
Curious, he walked over to the door and opened it carefully. A smallish package wrapped in bright Christmas paper fell into the house. It was addressed "To J, From Santa." Of course, he wanted to open it right then. I was willing to see what it could be. And just what do you think it was? The very thing J wanted for Christmas! And this Mrs. Claus had already wrapped up that very Lego set and intended to put it under the tree that night!
More curious than ever, we looked out the porch door. Remember, there is about a foot of new snow in the yard. There are 3 steps up to the porch door, so if anyone were to open that door to put the package against the inside door, there would have to be footprints in the snow.
But there were no footprints! None. Not up the driveway. Not up the steps. Not even under the eves. Just no possible way for that present to be where it was.
If there isn't a Santa Claus, there surely is a God, who must have been meeting some unspoken need of an 11 year old boy who lived with his mother.
How do YOU think this could happen??