In 1988, I was pregnant with my 4th child. I developed complications that landed me in the hospital in Houston for 3 months. It was Christmas Eve – all my family was at Mom’s celebrating Christmas – including my husband and 3 children. Hard as it was, we were trying desperately to keep up traditions and routines – just without me present. As it was approaching midnight, I was staring out the window and feeling so alone, that the tears begun to flow. Then in the distance, I thought I heard jingle bells. Shortly afterwards, a muffled “Ho-Ho-Ho”. Puzzled, I looked up to see my brother walking in dress as Santa with gifts for me and all the staff working that night! I never felt so loved!
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