A True Christmas Story.
The kids were all down for the night. Our final package had been wrapped and we were still trying to settle our stomachs from one too many cookies when Tania and I, laying in bed drifting to sleep, heard a noise on the roof.
Any other night, I would have grabbed my gun while Tania called 911. But tonight, being Christmas Eve, we knew "who" it was. We decided to stay in bed, hearts racing, knowing that we would "blow Christmas" had we attempted to "catch Santa in the act."
I thought what we heard was the sleigh taking off the roof, not arriving. But we waited about twenty minutes just in case.
After watching the clock slowly tick the minutes off in seconds that seemed like hours, I slowly got up, opened the bedroom door and began to tread lightly down the hall.
About halfway to the living room, I realized if he was still in the house I would disturb him and I didn't want to be "one of those people." You know the type: "I am such a big fan; I really am not like this; I can see that you're really busy and I didn't want to disturb you BUT...." I have seen it before. I didn't want to be put into the situation where I was dying to ask for a selfie with the King of North Pole. So I did the only thing I could think of, I coughed a bit loudly in the hallway, to give him the chance to lay his finger "aside his nose" and return up the chimney.
As I turned the corner I could see the fireplace and the glass of milk. The room was empty, cookie half eaten and the milk had been swallowed in a hurry as well. I saw that the children's stockings were full and a few toys had been left. Not a large haul this year, but the kids are not in need of much. Santa knows the right amount.
I was just about to turn off the lights and head back to bed when my eye caught ahold of something that I couldn't believe I didn't see at first.
There by the fireplace was a glove, not just any glove but a fur-lined, red leather "Santa glove." At first, I thought he had to have left it by mistake, but then I saw a note rolled up inside.
Santa had left this unbelievable gift for my youngest daughter Cheyenne.
She had just told me a few hours before how all of her friends were telling her that Santa didn't exist and she just didn't understand how they doubted. I think Santa wanted to make sure that she understood --- he believed in her!
As my eyes poured over the note, my heart leapt with pure joy at its message of love, service and Christ.
I rolled the note back up and took a harder look at this magical glove. The note says, "Mrs. Claus made these for me herself to keep my hands warm on my yearly trip."
It must have been years ago. You can see the wear especially on the palm side of the glove. There, on the brown suede, you can see the rope burn or the place where he held the reigns of the reindeer tight over many, many years.
This one glove kept warm the hand that has served children and his God in love for two millennia.
Just in case a skeptic might say it is another man's glove, I noticed, faded just up by the fur, lightly tooled and rubbed darker you can see it says Claus.
I can't wait for Cheyenne to wake up and see what Santa left for her. The note itself is beautiful. Obviously, you could never find something like this in a store, and what parent has the time or talent to "fake" something like this?!?! This is clearly, really the glove of Santa!
I wonder if he will leave the other glove for another child somewhere on the planet.
After I raced back into my room to show Tania, we knew we needed to share this story with you as this glove really doesn't belong to us or Cheyenne. While it was left to Cheyenne, she needs to understand that she is merely the steward of this message, a message that must be shared with all children of the world who may just be entering that age of doubt.
A message of a lifetime of service to all mankind.
This has really reinforced my belief in the spirit of Santa Claus.
The spirit of Nicholas is a warrior for Christ. The spirit of Claus is real and powerful. It has the ability to change men from self-centered, money-hungry fools to soft, tender-hearted knights.
I know, after working so hard over the last few years on the story, The Immortal Nicolaus, that the man we know as Santa is not about presents, elves or polar bears drinking coke. But rather, he is on a mission to point the whole world toward the return of the Christ. Frankly, it is why I believe he is at the North Pole. What better place on earth to stand watch? It is the place where the stars are brightest the longest. If I am right, he will be the first to see the beacon, that same star that appeared over 2,000 years ago, this time announcing His return.
All wise men knew then, that the scriptures predicted a Messiah would come, be rejected and scorned and die for our sake. He came and the humble and faithful saw Him. Those same scriptures tell us that He is going to return in triumph and glory. All knees shall bend and every tongue confess that He is the Lord Almighty.
Let us be wise and humble enough to not be caught unprepared for His imminent return.
Believe.
Christ lives.
We mark His simple birth every year on this day.
He is the Savior and Redeemer of the world, the King of Kings and Prince of Peace, it is only through Him that we can truly be saved. His Grace is more than we deserve and more than we need. Let us serve Him by serving our fellow man, our brothers and sisters, with joy and love in our hearts.
Please share this Christmas message left for my daughter with all those who are ready to believe in the real meaning of CHRISTmas.
Glenn Beck
