navygirl's story reminds me of the second christmas after my divorce. I had been unemployed (and not collecting) for quite awhile and had recently obtained a job but it did not start till after Christmas. I literally had no money for Christmas. I bought each of my kids 1 present. My oldest son I bought an orange crew neck sweater - years later someone told me he wore it to school about everyday that winter :) - anyway

a friend from my tae kwon do dojo knew I was struggling. 2 days before Christmas she brought over a laundry basket full of food - potatoes, pasta & sauce, pumpkin pie fixings....and more - it was a God send literally as it came from her church. one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.

and we had a great christmas feast

Funny no one has mentioned Jesus.

Funny no one has mentioned Jesus.

Miracles do not exist, as there is no god. Unlikely things occur, but that is purely a statistical matter.

my ex g/f got a new b/f and I accidentialy said out loud Yeah, that means I am out of the rescuing your your #@$% azz business! Then she kicked me out, cuz I am sick and just a little gassy.

That is a fantastic story. In my case; it wasn't so much that I couldn't afford this stuff; I just had no desire to celebrate Christmas but my friend wouldn't let me just ignore this day.

Hmmmm...Christmas Miracles.

I guess there have been so many over the years that it is hard to pick just one. Seems like each year that something has come out during the holidays to make me to continue to believe in the goodness of mankind and generally my belief in God and his gift to the world.

I guess one that sticks in my mind and has helped me is a situation that seem to defy what as a young child I was hearing about the way God was telling people to conduct themself and what Jesus was to be about.

I had an elderly woman come into my life and even though she was not my Grandmother and could have easily kept silent different times and let what was and extreamly abusive situation continue as she looked out only for herself she frequently took me this rowdy defiant child aside and taught me love for planting flowers and vegatables, sewing intricate needleworks, training pets, and prepareing various things for meals out in the hot sun to be away from a house that could have easily extinguished my crys behind closed doors had I been left to the mercyless rule of the "home".

And while I was a too young to know the tremendous courage it took for her to remain in this dictatorial situation after surving the holocaust and nearly 90 years of hardscrabble poverty she whispered the terrible truths she knew about cruel people and how to survive in their presence.

I remember one day especially. Getting me up, brushing my hair hard and putting on my little girl Annie Oakley out fit and shooing me out of the house early in the morning. Well I ran a romped and played eventually forgetting that my sorry sight would not warn me to avoid the wicked barb wire that she so hated as I tried to chase down a jack rabbit. Whailing in pain she came running with bandages and stinging iodine shushing me in a paniced voice whispering her criptic warnings about not angering the "black boots". The rest of the day soothing, and cooing, rocking me on her lap, and slipping her prized stone ring on and off my various little fingers.

As the day wained it was like watching a flower wilt she became slowed and labored in her breathing cripping me close to her whispering over, and over, and over agian ... "when they shoot you fall down". Didn't mean a lot to a little kid at the time.

But over the years that little phrase echoing in my ears saved my life several times. Literally.

This year, the end of a long painful year, I broke with many of my traditions. Usually I am hip deep in volunteering, multiple religious activities, chaseing after everyone else's needs, decorateing any and everything to the hilt. This year I kind of felt like I had been shot and just hadn't fell down and I really wasn't "up" for the holidays. So I just thought how am I going to do this? Well that frail voice started prickleing in my memory and I kind of reined it all back in. And you know what?... being home and resting I heard from people various ways I had not spoken to in years. Neighbors came buy with little kindnesses. And I could savor each and every one of the many joys of Christmas that I often had missed in the crush of previous years.

Now as far as Christmas miracles go that might not seem like a big deal but to me it is probably one of the happiest I have had because this Christmas I am at peace and rested and looking forward to the New Year with renewed hope and strength I don't think I would have if it were not for those changes.

I wish you all the Blessing of the Holidays and your own Miracle of Christmas...fondly my Mingle family. Happy Birthday Jesus.

It will be a miracle if none of my friends get DUI's in the next hour or so.

well yanno the miracle may not be apparent right away...I mean what if she comes down with some horrible contagious disease and she and her new BF end up dying some horrible grizzly death while having sex

better him than you I'd say!

Then YOU will find your true love who will be God's perfect princess!

My Dad told me to never date a woman whose father called her princess, because she may have come to believe it.

My Dad told me to never date a woman whose father called her princess, because she may have come to believe it.

dad's are sometimes wrong. Are u telling me you wouldn't totally do kate or diana or fergie??????

He probably wouldn't as like most princessess; they cost way too much money as they are high maintenance.

I lost my mom 2 weeks before christmas, 19 years ago. I was living 1,400 miles away, and very much in shock from the news. I was decorating my house for christmas, listening to the christmas music on the radio. When the played Elvis singing Blue Christmas. . . needless to say I lost it. Every year since then, the frist time I hear that song, I know it's mom smiling down on us. This year I was all set to make my cookies and candies, I turned on the radio and the frist song that played. . .you guessed it. . .Blue Christmas, I smiled, wiped away a tear, and said aloud, I love you too mom, Merry Christmas.

Jesus is a miracle every day of the year jack ***. Where to do think the word Christmas comes from douche bag?