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For those of us who celebrate Christmas, we know one day our child will ask the truth about Santa.   My daughter did today, and I told her the truth.   “Yes Zoey, Santa is real.”   Confused, she said, “But Mommy, <BOY> at school said it is all a big lie.  His Mommy said Santa is NOT real and <BOY> said I am stupid to think he is.” As I often do at times like these, I ask myself who teaches that poor boy about kindness and hurtful words, but I digress.   I took a deep breath, put aside the conversation about the boy, for later, and invoked the answer to this question that has been forming since her first day of school.     I told her that I believe Santa is real.  I asked her to let me explain and then she could decide what she believes.   I reminded her that as Christians, we believe God is real, even if we can’t see or hear him the way we do each other .   I told her that Santa is the spirit of giving, much like the ...

The abundance of Angels decorating my home for Christmas reminds me of this story.    Do you believe?   An Angel Saved my Life    by Sheri Gammon Dewling   A nagging feeling of doom woke me on that Sunday morning.   I could not shake it and there was no obvious cause.   I was visiting friends for the weekend and had borrowed a van to move some furniture for them.   I tried to shake off the feeling and the voice in my head telling me something bad was about to happen, but they would not go away.   Over breakfast, I told my friends how I was feeling.   One friend said to me, “Someone is watching over you.   Don’t ignore it”.   I called my close family members and was assured that they were fine.   It was time for me to head home to the city but I was anxious with the feeling of doom looming over me. It felt like pressure on my chest, making it hard for me to take a deep breath.     Af...