12/24/2025
Each Christmas, I repost this true story of my youth.
The Christmas Miracle.
When I was very young, my father had just retired from the military and bought a farm. His retirement was about $150 a month. And we were struggling with a new life.
We had chickens, cows and a horse. Plus land for crops. Though we were strapped financially, we had food. A blessing.
Because it was hard times, Santa wasn't high up on the list for Christmas. But there was one thing that was, the "Christmas Miracle."
The "Christmas Miracle" was a special moment, at a specific time. As I was told, at the moment Christ was born in Bethlehem, the only witnesses to the event were the livestock. Sheep's, cows and a donkey. Because God was pleased with them, he granted all a gift. At midnight, on Christmas eve, all animals would be gifted with human speech. They could talk with humans and share the miracle they witnessed.
As a young boy, instead of staying awake for a visit from Santa, I laid in bed awaiting the miracle. I dreamt of hearing what my dog and cows had to say to me at midnight. Maybe Queenie, my shepherd would finally say how much she loved me. But alas, the sandman would visit me long before the miracle hour, and I would drift asleep.
To this day I await the Christmas Miracle.
