The 2013 Season-Ending Show: bridges and Thepublicblogger Awards

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Good Morning Fellow bloggers, family and friends:

As I sit at my desk at 540AM I wanted to wish each and everyone of you a Merry Christmas and hope that tomorrow when we all sit down to eat food at the table with all families and friends that we remember the true meaning of Christmas as well. That is to give thanks for one another and to our lord whatever your faith might be.  To remember that has nice as it is to receive it is even nicer to give.  Be good to each other and others and remember that God is always watching.  Be good and be happy to yourself and each other.   I’m off my soap box but you all know what I mean.  I have a lot of cooking to do so y’all be careful and love one another and remember I love you all too.

Love Kat

Sarah’s Christmas Miracle

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the McAllister Mall in Saint John. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.
Who is this?” asked Santa, smiling. “Your friend? “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 the 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 in 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 a 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 had 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.
Sarah’s Christmas Angel in Green with Red Ribbon”Oh, yes, Santa… I do!” she exclaimed.”Well, I’m going to ask 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 McAllister 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 was again back on the set in Saint John 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!


My girlfriend sent this to me and I wanted to share it with all of you.  I hope you enjoy it has much as I have when I posted.

Thank you Carol Anne for sharing with me so I could share with all of these.  This to me is what Christmas is all about miracles of course. 



This is my 3 year old cat Sox after the Bo Soxs. I have had her since she was 5 weeks old and she was the runt of the litter. Her brothers and sisters are 3 times bigger than she is now she fit in my hand (just one) when I first got her and she broke my heart because my granddaughters gave her to me because my cat Mazie that I had for 9 years died the week before and I didn’t want another pet at all and my babies said but Gammie she will make you happy and you won’t ever be alone…what could I do so I took her. LOL



When it snows in our neck of the woods it shuts the city down for 2 or 3 days depending on how much of the white stuff we get. Under the white stuff is black ice and regular ice and for Texas drivers who don’t get snow on a regular basis that is dangerous and deathly. I thought I would share my weekend with all you who know how to drive in snow and understand the hazards of driving with people who don’t.

Going Wacky over an issue please HELP!!!!

Hello again guys and gals:

I just finished a book that has me thinking and I want to share my thoughts with you.  For I recommend that you go to the library and pick up a copy of Danielle Steel’s new book “Winners”.  It was well written and it deals with spinal cord injuries T10 complete which basically means that the person is going to spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair.  The accident was do to the chairlift cable breaking and she fell into a snow embankment while her ski instructor fell into the ravine killing him instantly.  After having surgery she and her father was told that she would never walk again and the father didn’t believe the doctor and got a lot of different opinions which all had the same opinions as the first doctor. Anyway this is where my mind goes kind of wacko more or less.  She is a teenager a junior in high school and she is also on the Olympics ski team that is the reason she was on the lift in the first place she loves to shop. During one of the opinions from the doctor in London she was trying to shop and the sales ladies ignore her and the other customers kept running into her now this is my question can’t they see her at all?   I would have to say yes or maybe they don’t care.  This is just driving me wacky I just don’t understand.  If anyone out there has a explanation I’m here and ready to listen please help me out.  But like I said the book has a lot of different type of problems all rolled up around this one may issues.  I know that you will pick it up and you won’t be able to put it down until it is finished.  LOL  Thanks for your time.  Happy Reading!!!!!!  Lighthouse_Kat