NORMAN — Editor’s note: The following story was submitted to the Transcript’s annual Christmas story contest.
A few years ago, my parents got divorced. This was the year where there was a huge snowstorm and I couldn’t spend it with my dad.
All four of us kids were sitting with my mom on Christmas Eve watching the Christmas specials on TV, while the cookies for Santa were baking. When Rudolph was over, we were going to open one present.
We all sat down and were about to take turns opening them when we hear a knock on the door. It was snowing hard by now so I thought it was my imagination but everyone else heard it, too. So, I being the oldest, was told to answer the door.
I went and unlocked the door and swung it open. I saw through the screen door, my dad. He had walked through the snowstorm to be with us on Christmas. He came just in time to see us open our one present.
That year, my parents didn’t argue or fight. All four of us kids slept in the same room waiting for Santa. The younger two fell asleep, but my brother and I were still awake. My brother whispered to me, “Mom and Dad aren’t arguing so everyone’s happy. Must be a Christmas miracle.” He smiled and I fell back with a huge smile on my face and whispered, “Thank you Santa” right before falling asleep.
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