By Sara Fitzgerald
Devan can’t help but blame God for his wife’s death, so the
last thing he wants to do this holiday season is celebrate. But when his daughter, Savanna, makes a
special Christmas wish, their little family will never be the same. Filled with faith and tenderness, this
heartwarming story is sure to remind you of the real power behind the magic of
Christmas.
The wind whistled down the avenues
that cold
December night as Devan Smith
trudged across
the murky, slush-filled street
with his little
girl, Savanna, by his side. The street’s curbs
were covered
with dirty piles of snow from yesterday’s
storm. The
blackened snow reminded him of how dark
his soul felt
without Vivian.
“Look, Daddy,”
Savanna said, tugging on his sleeve.
“Look at all
those shining lights. Mommy would love to
see them. Do you
think she can?”
Devan glanced
down at her tiny face dominated by
big, innocent
eyes that were the same shade of blue as
her mother’s. He
paused for a moment, deciding what to
tell her. She
looked at him with such divine trust, a trust
unlike any he
had ever experienced, except the trust his
wife had in him.
He had failed Vivian.
“Daddy? Can
Mommy see the lights?”
He bit his lower
lip and stooped by her. He fought
back the lump
forming in his throat. He wished that she
would stop
talking about Mommy. Each time, no matter
how much he
thought he was prepared for the subject, the
pain threatened
to destroy his soul.
He inhaled
deeply and then slowly exhaled. Fog circled
around Savanna’s
head; for a split second she looked
like an angel as
the cold from his breath danced around
her brown curls.
She was waiting
for him to tell her everything was
going to be all
right, that Mommy was in heaven looking
down at them,
but how could he? He no longer believed
in heaven and
hell. No loving God would have allowed
what had
happened to Vivian to take place. Devan
couldn’t let
Savanna become disillusioned.
Savanna placed
her arms around his neck. “Grandpa
says she’s in
heaven watching out for us.”
He swallowed and
then changed the subject. “We’d
better go
shopping, or else we won’t be done before
Christmas. We
only have three days left until Santa comes
down our
chimney. What do you want him to bring
you?”
“There’s only
one thing I want from him,” she whispered,
leaning toward
him.
He forced a
smile. “And what’s that?”
“I want Mommy
back.”
Tears blurred
his vision. He wanted her mommy back
too, more than
anything in the world, but not even Santa
Claus could do
that. Vivian was dead, buried in a cold
cemetery with
only the snowfall as her blanket against the
storms of
winter.
“A story of shattered faith touchingly restored by a little
child and a reminder that, through the Atonement, love surpasses even the
grave. Sara Fitzgerald’s Saving Savanna
will bring tender tears to your eyes.”
Joyce DiPastena, author of Dangerous Favor
of the Year for
the League of Utah Writers. She
lives with her
husband and daughter in Salt Lake
City. She loves
the Christmas season.
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