The Healing Power Of The Season!

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin . The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?" Your sister?
"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"
The child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the
Child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.
"The girl in the photograph .. My granddaughter .. well, you see .. she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the Holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa .... any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that Hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the Least I can do."
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day. "C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.
They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day.
A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.
And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.
Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"
"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes.
His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.
Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.
Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.
As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked
intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh , yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.
Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.
He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.
He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,
"Silent Night, Holy Night - all is calm, all is bright."
The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.
When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.
"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"
He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to.
He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.
"This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks
went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.
After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.
Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed.
Cancer-free. Alive and well.
He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank You Father. ' Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"

Author Unknown

Happy Re-Birthday!

Do you think it is possible to grow overnight?

I don't mean physically, but mentally.  For me, it has been more then just one night....

Over the past few weeks whenever I am at work, or at home I have noticed myself feeling taller.  Walking taller, with a freshness to each step.  I have felt happy, content, attractive, like something is changing within me.  My walk has changed.  When I leave work I find myself smiling, and not because I am done for the day, but because of what I did all day!

I have re-discovered my passion.  What I so love doing, and I must say...I am very talented with what I am doing.  I have been designing florals and home/office accents for many, many, many years.  As you look at me...you think "this Divine Man can't be more then 25, but alas, I am!"

Perhaps the combination of losing weight, having a purpose each day, and doing what I love has me feeling really good inside?

I have suffered greatly, been torn apart...well no more.

This is the dawn of a new chapter in my life.  And I think today is a great day to start a re-birth.  My Birthday!  From this point on, I am going to do what makes me happy.  Not what I think will make others happy, but what makes my heart smile.  I no longer care if I measure up to others ideas of me or standards.

I do have a goal!

I have a concept!



Happy Re-Birthday Divine Man!

A Tropical Holiday!

Each year, Moi creates new and wondrous holiday trimmings!  Last year was gold, copper and champagne inside, outside was red and lime green!  So I designed this year to switch the two around!

For my inside trees, I wanted tall and slim ones, but could not justify spending the money on fake trees, so I built my own.  The trees started out as 4ft. entry way trees.

 Then I thought...ummmm "I can make them 8ft. tall!  With a little magic!
And presto!

I spiral wrapped a 9ft. plush pine garland around the tree and hung the top from the ceiling using fish line!
Then I began trimming them!

Everything is all done, trimmed and ready for Better Homes & Gardens!

Happy Holiday Trimming!

Lemons?

Have you ever experienced a lack of words?  As if your mind is empty, your thoughts all seem to disappear?  

Over the past few months Moi has been living life, trying to anyways…a lot of serious things have gone down, loss, sadness, anger, health issues, etc…
I have felt uninspired, tired, torn down a bit.  

Recently I had a dream that everywhere I looked, there were lemons.  I realized that as I saw each lemon, there were flashes, recaps of the past months being flashed in front of me.  I stood there with a sour bitter taste in my mouth and realized what I needed to do.

When life throws you lemons…well most make lemonade!  Moi on the other hand decided to make lemon drop martini’s!  That is when the change for the better began to happen!

Since Moi started sipping on my lemon drops instead of spitting the bitterness out of my perfection of a mouth, I have embraced those lemons.  

I guess that ole’ saying is true…How do you look at that martini glass?  Is it half full or half empty?  Moi says filler’ up!  Just think when the glass is half full, there is always room for more! 

What I have learned or re-learned over the past months is:  When you experience a death of a good person, let yourself walk through the grief, don’t try to hide from it.  It will find you.  Just walk the line!  

Always know your self worth!  After all you are DIVINE!  

When you are faced with a medical issue, look forward to the positive side, remember…there are 2 sides to everything.  Since my treatment…I have dropped 23 pounds!  I feel and look healthier and happier!  

When you think you have nothing, that is when you have to look even harder in the Wizard’s Black Bag!  

Willard "The Rat" Romney

Mitt Romney, tell me and the rest of the Americans... how would you have handled the country back in 2008 after your buddy wrecked and ignored this once great country. Only to make his "Daddy" happy and proud to catch a mad man only because Bush Senior could not. So instead of dealing with wars brewing in our own country like Bullying, Child Molestation, Rape, Murder, Mass Shootings, etc...tell the world an honest answer for once...How would you have handled the economy crashing all thanks to the Bush administration? What would you have done differently? How would you, little ole' you have brought the economy back to full force in just only 4 years? Would you have donated half of your millions to do so from your off shore accounts? 
Is it not only fair to rebuild middle America? and force the Wealthy to pay the same taxes as those less fortunate? How would you have turned the country around in 4 years after allowing the country to fail for 8 years? 

Why is it everyone blames Obama for this? if, IF you are elected President, you will now get a head start on rebuilding the economy thanks to Obama. 

Maybe I need to remind the nation that it took many years to build Egypt. It was not built over night. 

Like anything that is worth fighting for, it takes time, and it takes a team. So maybe instead of tearing Obama and his administration apart, maybe...just maybe...you should work together to create a team, a team worth believing in, a nation to believe in...again.

Because the more you slander, the dumber you look. 

And start actually listening to the people, not just Republicans with money, but EVERYONE. 

I challenge you. 

Will you hear my words, most likely not. But it is worth a try.

Divine Man

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Black Draught, makes you smile from the inside out!

What does one do when he/she is experiencing a draught with their sex life?  Some people buy a dildo, some buy gummy bears, while others take cold showers.  Not Moi, no sir, I decided to get a Colonoscopy!  That’s right my draught was so dry that I thought…why not?

I realized the only way to get to the “bottom” of this was to take it “head on!”

After a number of months constantly running to the throne I finally pushed my fears aside and decided that it was time to go see Dr. Feel Good again.  I should have known that something was not right the night of The Explosive Date, but no Moi just thought I was eating to much cabbage or something?

So I hobble on in to see Dr. Feel Good.  He puts me under and while he does so, I dream of wondrous things.  Of sugar plums and faeries, or was it chiseled bare chested nurses?  Not really sure, everything is a bit hairy…no pun intended!

As I start to awaken and as my beautiful blue eyes begin to flutter open, I realize that maybe it was not a dream after all, because sitting upright in the bed next to me was the most perfect man Moi has ever seen.  He had dark wavy hair, a killer smile, muscled and chiseled abs.  His arms were huge and bulging, as was his….legs, yeah that’s it, his legs!  As I tried to move in my bed and sit up as I starred at him and felt my face smile, and then I noticed water dripping and sliding down my chin.  He was still sitting there starring towards me, smiling and obviously happy to see me.  That’s when I heard the noise from behind me.  I turned my head to see what it was, to my surprise and shock, there stood a very sexy woman in a rather short and revealing nurse’s uniform.

It turns out that while Moi was sedated during the procedure that Brady and Tulips volunteered Moi to be in a commercial.  I guess all the crew needed was a sleeping bloated body that looked like road kill to complete their shoot.

It was a commercial called:  “Black Draught” makes you smile from the inside out!

Black Draught is a freakin’ laxative, as if Moi needs one of those!
Just remember, when you find yourself with a scope up your ass and down your throat, things will get better.  After all it could be worse, the scope could get lost up there!