Dear Santa

Dear Santa, 
I know you are real!!!! I see you everyday!!!  Some call you Santa, Chris Kringle, or St. Nick;  I call you Jesus. The spirit of Santa is the same as Jesus.  Giving hope and gifts to everyone!!!  I have a request this year.  It is a little backwards compared to other requests like this.  I watch all the Christmas movies, and all the kids are asking for a husband or wife for their single parent.  I am asking for a father for my son!!  He needs a constant, positive male figure in his life.  He has several male role models, but none are with him on a daily basis.  


If you would like to deliver this present before Christmas, that would be great!!  (Oh, and yes, we have to be completely in love also!!!!)


Thanks in advance for this present!!!


Love to you, Mrs. Clause, and all the reindeer and elves, 
Lisa :-)

Part Two - A God for Everyone

“Come on, Jeremy!  It is the biggest even in fall!  You have to go with me,” cried Emily.  “I am on the Homecoming Court and I want my boyfriend to be there and walk me onto the field!”

“I’m sorry Emily, but Mom and Dad won’t let me go.  You know I am grounded because of that F.”

“Yeah, I know, ‘cause my boyfriend has not been able to go out for a month.  In fact, I don’t think I even have a boyfriend anymore,” Emily spat out.

“Come on, Em.”  Jeremy reached his hand out to touch Emily’s arm, as she turned away in a huff.  “Come on, Em! Don’t do this!”  Emily flounced away just as the tardy bell rang. Great, thought Jeremy, just what I need; to be late to Ms. Hudson’s class.  She’ll tell Coach, then Dad will find out, and I will be grounded until Christmas.

   

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“The 2009 Harvey High Homecoming Queen is Head Cheerleader, Emily Cooper, escorted by Harvey High Quarterback, Timothy Garner.”  As the announcement came across the P.A. system, the crowd went wild with cheers and yells.  

Emily couldn’t help but think about Jeremy and wish he was here.  No, she thought, it’s over.  Her smile was energetic, as she received the crown and flowers that were part of the homecoming tradition.  Just then Tim leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips.  Emily was startled and when she looked at Tim, she saw something strange in his eyes. 

As they walked off the field, waving, Tim said, “More of that after the dance. I gotta go, Coach will kill me if I don’t get back to the team.”  

They had reached the track that ran along the outskirts of the field.  Tim ran off toward the field house, where the home team locker room was.  His cleats making noise on the wooden boards protecting the track.

Emily just kept smiling.  Tim’s comment going in one ear and out the other.  She knew nothing would happen tonight.  She had never gone further than kissing any boy, and her heart still belonged to Jeremy.

                                                                                  

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“Here ya go, Em,” Tim yelled over the loud music playing at the Homecoming Dance.  Emily turned around and took the punch Tim handed her.  

“Thanks,” Emily mumbled.  She didn’t feel very will.  Her head was starting to hurt and she felt dizzy.  As she tilted to the left, she bumped into Ms. Hudson.  

“Emily, are you okay?” Ms. Hudson asked with a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah, Ms. Hudson,” Tim answered for Emily.  “She’s just hot.  I will take her outside and get her some air.”

“Great idea.  This gym has always been hot during dances.”

Tim took Emily’s arm and steered her toward the side door that backed up to the stadium.

“Tim, I’m not feeling so good.  I think I need to go home.” Emily was startled to hear her words slurring.

“Don’t worry, Em.  I’ll take care of you.  You’ll feel better with some fresh air.”

Tim led Emily to his jet black Jeep, put her in the front seat, and buckled her in.  Then he walked around the front of the Jeep and got in the driver’s side.  As he pulled out of the school, he looked over at Emily.  Her head was leaned back and her eyes were closed.  Instead of turning toward her house, he turned toward the lake.  Once at the lake, he took the black soft top off the Jeep.  The only light was the full moon shining in the sky, reflecting off the water; the only sounds were the crickets and the small waves of the lake hitting the shore. 

An hour later, Tim passed Harvey High on his way to Emily’s house.  He was very disappointed.  She did not get into it as he had hoped.  He had heard that she was a virgin, but he could have sworn that Jeremy had gotten a piece of her.  Now, though, he was not so sure.  He would have to thank that guy in Senior English for giving him that pill to put in Emily’s first cup of punch.  

Book or No Book?

Someone posted on Facebook - What would you do if you had no fear?  That is an excellent question!  I would write a book.  I have some pages already, but it is not even close to being finished!  My dream is to have a place where I can help foster children and foster parents.  I have a picture in my mind, and I know it can happen, if I just get out there and do things.  Fostering is important to me, as I have adopted one of my 9 foster children.  I am going to post a few pages over the next few days of the book I have started.  I would LOVE honest feedback!!  Please post if you do or don't like the story.

Jeremy was furious, at the Coach Hudson, at his mom and dad, and, if he was honest, at himself.  So what if he failed history, who cares about what happened 100 years ago.  All Jeremy cared about was making sure his team won at football, running faster and better than everyone on the track, and Emily.  His Emily, head cheerleader, blonde, blue-eyed, and gorgeous.  Now, though, he would not be able to care about any of those things. 

“Great! Just because I failed one stupid class, I have to work with the retards,” Jeremy yelled.

“Jeremy, don’t raise your voice in this house,” his father calmly stated.

“Jeremy Blackstock! Don’t let me ever hear that word come out of your mouth.” His mother looked astonished.

“What ‘stupid’?”

“Jeremy you know what word your mother is talking about and stop being smart with us.”

Right at that moment, Jennifer, Jeremy’s older sister walks in the room singing a song from the church service the past Sunday.

“See what I mean, she’s so retarded she is singing to herself.” Jeremy turns around, and runs out the front door, slamming it as he leaves.  

“John!?” Julia Blackstock stands beside her husband with a worried look on her face, watching for Jennifer’s reaction.
Jennifer looks around the room slowly, seeing her parents, and Coach Hudson. 

“Hi, Coach!  Where’s Ms. Hudson?”

Steve Hudson’s heart catches in his chest for a second until he realizes Jennifer is talking about his daughter.  Five years after the accident, there are times when he forgets his beloved wife is gone. Shaking his head, he says, 

“Oh, Anna is at home tonight, Jennifer, but she is looking forward to school starting.  Are you?”

“Yep, I can’t wait to see my friends.”  Jennifer walks toward the kitchen. “Mom, can I have some ice cream?”

Will and Barbara Blackstock look at each other, glad that Jennifer did not pick up on what her brother said about her and her classmates.  

I look forward to hearing ALL feedback!