As holiday stories begin to make the rounds, here is a sad and touching one for you. It comes by way of a man named Eric Schmitt-Matzen.
Schmitt-Matzen is a professional Santa Claus. No fake beard or mustache--it's all the real thing. And Schmitt-Matzen recently shared a painful, sad, and touching story about a terminally ill patient who he visited as Santa. This one is rough, dear readers. You've been warned. Schmitt-Matzen said:
I’d just gotten home from work that day. The telephone rang. It was a nurse I know who works at the hospital. She said there was a very sick 5-year-old boy who wanted to see Santa Claus. told her, ‘OK, just let me change into my outfit.’ She said, ‘There isn’t time for that. Your Santa suspenders are good enough. Come right now.’ (His mother had) bought a toy from (the TV show) PAW Patrol and wanted me to give it to him. “I sized up the situation and told everyone, ‘If you think you’re going to lose it, please leave the room. If I see you crying, I’ll break down and can’t do my job.’ When I walked in, he was laying there, so weak it looked like he was ready to fall asleep. I sat down on his bed and asked, ‘Say, what’s this I hear about you’re gonna miss Christmas? There’s no way you can miss Christmas! Why, you’re my Number One elf!
He looked up and said, ‘I am?' I said, ‘Sure!’ I gave him the present. He was so weak he could barely open the wrapping paper. When he saw what was inside, he flashed a big smile and laid his head back down. 'They say I’m gonna die,’ he told me. ‘How can I tell when I get to where I’m going?’ I said, ‘Can you do me a big favor?’ He said, ‘Sure!’ 'When you get there, you tell ’em you’re Santa’s Number One elf, and I know they’ll let you in.' He kinda sat up and gave me a big hug and asked one more question: ‘Santa, can you help me?’ I wrapped my arms around him. Before I could say anything, he died right there. I let him stay, just kept hugging and holding on to him. Everyone outside the room realized what happened. His mother ran in. She was screaming, ‘No, no, not yet!’ I handed her son back and left as fast as I could. I spent four years in the Army with the 75th Rangers, and I’ve seen my share of (stuff). But I ran by the nurses’ station bawling my head off. I know nurses and doctors see things like that every day, but I don’t know how they can take it.
A sad and difficult end, to be sure. But it should be noted that, after considering retiring from the gig, Schmitt-Matzen was persuaded by seeing the good he can do when he puts on his suit, and continues bringing joy to children every Christmas season.
H/T: USA Today