“Oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful tender weight of being human.” ~ Unknown
I’m tender-hearted.
Truly.
I know I may seem pretty cold-hearted sometimes, but I can be brought to tears by a beer commercial with big horses and dogs. And carols. Oh Holy Night or that incredible duet by Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli —that one slays me.
So, yeah. I cry easy. Especially at Christmas.
A “friend” sent me a story with the video of a Santa who was granting a terminally ill little boy’s wish to talk to him only to have the boy whisper at the end of their visit, “Santa, can you help me?” and then die right there in the bearded mans arms. The man is undone as he weeps through the telling of the story.
Well! That was the cruelest of Yuletide acts so of course I was forced to rip up her Christmas card and eat the fudge I made her.
I will not post it here because it really is THAT sad, but if you need to see it with your own eyes it is currently doing the rounds on Facebook where I have had to do the equivalent of running past it for the past week lest I cry my eyelashes off.
But you’re not getting off that easy. I saw this video and just had to share it with you guys. It is the epitome of the Christmas spirit and that’s all I’m going to say. Except…
I was shocked.
I was touched.
I cried and then I wondered what Oprah, I would have done in the same situation at the same age.
https://www.facebook.com/unbelievable.wow/videos/289671704767444/
What do YOU think?
Carry on my people,
xox
