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Santa and Sarah

Santa's visit to an ailing tot sparks a miraculous recovery.

Published Dec 6, 2006


Glurge:   Santa's visit to an ailing tot sparks a miraculous recovery.


Example:   [Collected via e-mail, 2005]

Always believe in MIRACLES!!

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

"Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"

"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ...." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.

"...The girl in the photograph .. my granddaughter . well, you see she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.

Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do.

"What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying.

He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital. "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.

"C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.

Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.

The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.

Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" "Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes intact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son — 9 years old — gazed up at him with wonder and excitement.

Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he ad to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering " thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.

Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.

As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands.

Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels. "Oh, yes, Santa. I do!" she exclaimed. "Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you," he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,

"Silent Night, Holy Night .... all is calm, all is bright."

The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.

"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"

He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could — not dolls or games or toys — but the gift of HOPE.

"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.

Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.

"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do."

They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.

"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!" "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.

"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"

Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest.

"Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy — much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before.

He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed — and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about — this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"


Origins:   We first saw this story being circulated in e-mail in December 2004. Since then, it has reached our inbox titled as "Always Believe in Miracles," "Santa's Prayer Is Answered," "Christmas


Miracle," "Tissue Alert!," "Santa Story," "Miracles Do Happen," "Santa and Sarah," and "Santa's Miracle."

Its author is Susan Leonard, the wife of Mark Leonard (the "Santa Mark" of the story) and the maintainer of a Santa Mark web page. Her story about his encounter with Sarah was published in Christmas Miracles, a 2008 compilation by Guideposts Books.

Mark Leonard had been a professional Santa for a number of years and did indeed work at the Mayfair Mall in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, from 1994 to 1999.

Nancy Conley, the Senior Marketing Director for the Mayfair Mall, confirmed that Mark Leonard had been one of the mall's Santas "for many, many years" prior to her joining the staff in 2000. Since coming to work there, she had heard from others that the story about a hospital visit to a languishing tot was a true one, but she had no first-hand knowledge of it herself.

According to Santa Mark Leonard and Susan Leonard, the visit to the ailing child took place in December 1997 at the Children's Hospital of Wisconsin in Wauwatosa (which is near Milwaukee), about 2 miles from the Mayfair Mall. Mrs. Leonard says the

child subsequently came to visit her husband at the mall in December 1998.

However, with all that said, too little is known about the tale for us to unequivocally pronounce it the real McCoy. The name of the child is not mentioned, which makes authenticating the facts of the tale problematic. Good journalistic practice calls for confirmation from other parties who witnessed the events, so this story can't be vetted without input from someone else who can attest to the facts of the tale (such as the little girl or her family members).

Whether the story is true or not, it expresses a certain view of the world that we want to embrace, which is why this account of a child brought back from the brink of death by a shopping mall Santa has such appeal. Little children shouldn't die of terrible diseases, and it should be possible to save those who are gravely ill with an infusion of prayer and hope. Stories like this one help us cope with the knowledge that bad things can and do happen to even the most innocent and undeserving among us by offering us the comfort of the belief that there is always room for a last-minute miracle.

Barbara "santa claus rally" Mikkelson

Last updated:   24 December 2013


    Lange, Linda.   "The Wonderment of Santa."

    Knoxville News-Sentinel.   25 November 1994   (p. E1).

    Stingl, Jim.   "True or Not, It's a Christmas Miracle."

    The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.   15 November 2006.

    Hollingsworth, Mary [editor].   Christmas Miracles.

    Guideposts, New York; 2008   ISBN 978-0-8249-4742-2   (pp. 204-210).

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