December 24, 2020

December 24, 2020      

Good morning!

Blessings on you and your family, and from all the Huckabee staff, have a safe and merry Christmas!

Today's special newsletter includes:

  • Coming home this Christmas 
  • The holidays we remember
  • A card or a phone call could mean the world to someone
  • Christmas memories that last forever
  • A little child shall lead them
  • The Christmas season brings everyone together


Mike Huckabee

Coming home this Christmas

By Mike Huckabee

Sadly, this Christmas Eve, many families are unable to gather from far and near, as they usually do. But this story perfectly illustrates how only something as extreme as a pandemic can keep us apart from the ones we love at this blessed time of year.

A listener named Phyllis wrote that it was Christmas Eve, 1942. A young woman was waiting, pregnant and alone, for her husband of 4 months, who'd been drafted into the Army and was training to be a pilot somewhere in the Arizona desert. He had written to her that he couldn't get leave, so they would not be together on their first Christmas as husband and wife. Refusing to let herself get discouraged, she kept a light on in the window as she wrapped a few gifts.

Meanwhile, he was way off in Arizona, quietly reading letters from her, when his sergeant came into the barracks and asked what he was doing there on Christmas Eve. When he heard about the soldier’s pregnant wife, the sarge gave him permission to go home. But that was just the first obstacle down.

The young private grabbed a few belongings and raced to find any way to get back to California. But there were no more trains or buses that night. So he walked to the nearest highway and stuck out his thumb.

Somehow, he hitchhiked 450 miles home. His last ride dropped him off several miles from the cottage where his pregnant wife was. He walked the last few miles in pitch darkness, assuming that at that late hour, his wife would have long since gone to bed. But as he neared the little house, he saw the light shining in the bedroom window.

When he opened the door, he found his darling, still awake and thrilled to be in his arms again. She'd waited up for him, never giving up hope that her dearest would find some way to be home for Christmas. Phyllis wrote, "This true story was told to me by my dad before he passed away in 2000. The young couple were my parents…And I was the baby they were expecting."

I'm glad that Phyllis’ parents' faith in the power of love to overcome all obstacles was passed down to her, and I thank her for passing their family’s cherished story on to us.

The holidays we remember

By Mike Huckabee

All the emphasis on shopping and consumerism that’s grown up around Christmas tends to remind those of us who grew up poor that we didn't feel deprived because, as kids (not being “lucky” enough to have social media to tell us), we didn't realize we were poor.

Ginny from Alabama had the perfect story to illustrate that. She wrote:

"I am 83-years-old now, but I remember this like it was yesterday. It was during the Depression...My daddy had gotten a job with the CCC (the Civilian Conservation Corps.) We lived in two rooms we rented in a big old house and shared the bathroom with the family we rented from. One room served as kitchen and my parents' bedroom, and the other was the living room, and guess where I slept.

Our Christmas tree was a holly tree my daddy had cut in the woods where he was working...I was probably four or five. I was sitting in my mama's lap while she rocked me in front of the fireplace. She was crying. I remember asking her why she was crying, and she said 'because we couldn't get you much for Christmas.'

I can remember being confused by what she said because I had gotten the clay modeling set I wanted. My aunt had sent a doll, but...the doll to me was extra. Since I got the clay modeling set, that seemed plenty...

Several years later, when things got easier, the place under the Christmas tree was filled. But the Christmas I remember the most was that one Christmas when I got the clay modeling set."

Thank you, Ginny, for that important reminder that the holidays we remember best aren't necessarily the ones when we got the most lavish gifts but the ones where we felt the most love.

A card or a phone call could mean the world to someone

By Mike Huckabee

This year, it may be impossible to host a big gathering for distant friends and relatives. But don’t forget to let them know you’re thinking of them, and that “family” doesn’t just mean blood relations, as Mario from Indiana reminded us:

"I grew up in Mexico in an orphanage with 40 brothers and sisters. My mom and dad, as we called them, were missionaries for 28 years. When we celebrated Christmas, we had toys and clothing, but the best gift was that mom cooked breakfast for each child according to what we wanted to eat on Christmas day.

When I asked mom why she did that, she said, "This is my gift for you guys.... Something I can do with my own hands for you." I love my mom and dad for giving us love when our real parents didn't."

Thanks, Mario, for that great reminder that it's important at the holidays also to remember and include the people who are like family to us. Even if you can’t invite them to your home this year, a card or a phone call could mean the world to someone who’s feeling lonely and forgotten.

Christmas memories that last forever

By Mike Huckabee

Joe from Oklahoma shared a special Christmas memory that sounds like something the dad in “A Christmas Story” might have pulled. Joe still vividly recalled when he was seven, and he and his two siblings rushed downstairs expecting to find stockings and gifts. Instead, they found mayhem. A toppled glass of milk, chairs thrown around, and the tree on its side.

They rushed to wake their parents, who came downstairs with crafty smiles. Joe’s dad was a police officer. He told them Santa had spilled the milk, refused to clean up after himself, and was rude to him. This had sparked a tussle that spilled out into the back yard. Then he pointed out a pile of dirt in the back yard the size of a fresh grave. Joe assured the kids that Santa escaped alive…but he said, “Rudolph will never (relieve himself) on our roof again.”

Well, I must admit, that’s one original way to create a lifelong Christmas memory for your kids! Or maybe just to scar them for life. Either way, it was unforgettable!

Annette from Texas also shared a funny Christmas memory that’s taken on serious meaning over the years.

Around the time she and her twin sister were teenagers in Pascagoula, Mississippi, in the late ‘50s, a tradition started in their small Baptist church to create a living Nativity scene. Members would dress up as all the characters of the Nativity, so that cars could drive by in reverence and awe and see the Christmas story in 3D. It took months of work, part of which was coaching teenagers on how to “be still and know God.”

However, they never could teach the live animals to be still and know God, so it could be pretty nerve-wracking, trying to stand motionless next to a live camel or goat with some less-than-reverent ideas of its own.

Luckily, Annette was given a very special role that didn’t require any animal wrangling, but it had its own unique hazards. She wrote:

“I was the angel on high – 20 feet high to be exact…When the angel climbed rickety, dark stairs at the back of the makeshift manger stall, the act itself took such fortitude and perseverance that the spotlight on her was snuffed every 15 minutes and a new angel would appear as fast as she could safely make that climb.

I prayed for all I was worth: not to fall, not to faint, and not to freeze to death…a few blocks from the Gulf, we never knew if we would have freezing cold or temps so hot at Christmas we could have worn bikinis under our angel attire – IF that would not have been a sin…But I digress. We were told that angels could not move a muscle. Even if the nose itched (or some other place), or if we felt a sneeze coming on, we HAD to remain perfectly still...Being 20 feet off the ground with arms outstretched for 15 minutes and a thin wooden support-cross hidden behind me in my white robe, I couldn't help but know—or pray for—God's presence.”

Annette said she didn’t remember having any epiphanies back then. But time and again over the years, when she needed guidance or to trust that things would work out, or to know that stillness can bring a peace that passes all understanding, she’s thought back to what she learned from her scary job, dangling over the Nativity Scene. As she put it:

“God reveals Himself to us in His son through His Holy Spirit. And I don’t need angel wings or a halo to fly to His presence. Just that hidden cross of support.”

A little child shall lead them

By Mike Huckabee

Isaiah 11:6 tells us that "a little child shall lead them." That's what the Christmas story is all about. The miraculous connection between children and Christmas goes far beyond toys and Santa. Jennifer from Arizona wrote:

"When my son was about 2-1/2, I noticed he took a pair of his flip-flop shoes and placed them under the Christmas tree. I asked him why. (He said,) "They are for little Jesus. He doesn't have any shoes, and I am giving Him my shoes." I asked him who 'little Jesus' was, and he told me, 'God's son.'

Now, mind you, we hadn't, at that point, taken him to church yet. I had no idea where he got this story...It just goes to show that the little ones have more vision and hope than most adults when it comes to Christmas."

You're right, Jennifer. And I have another miraculous Christmas story to prove it. Gerald from Alabama wrote:

"My Dad was stationed at England Air Force Base, Louisiana, in 1962. In mid-November, he got orders to go to Spain for 90 days. I was 8 at the time. My mom and I went to the base to watch them take off in cargo planes. She said, ‘I wish he didn't have to be gone during Christmas.’

Some of the planes had already taken off, and there were about three or four waiting to leave. According to my mom, I said, ‘They are not going to go,’ and I pointed to one of the planes that hadn't taken off and said, ‘Daddy is in that plane,’ as it began to head to the end of the runway. I said, ‘It is going to stop at the end of the runway, turn around and come back and park right there,’ as I pointed to a place.

The plane stayed at the end of the runway about 10 minutes, turned and came back and parked at the place I pointed out. My mom got chill bumps all over her when this happened and she was really surprised when the Airmen started to get off, and there was my Daddy. The other planes started to land...The orders had been cancelled.

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Christmas that year...I remember some of what I said and especially the part about the plane turning around and coming back to park. But my mother was in awe that everything I said actually happened. This is the most memorable Christmas ever in my lifetime."

I'm not surprised, Gerald. That is definitely a story for us all to remember!

The Christmas season brings everyone together

By Mike Huckabee

Jim in Alabama shared a story that reminded us of how the Christmas season brings everyone together. During his time in the military back in 1973, Jim was stationed near Nuremberg, Germany. He wrote:

“Being born and reared in the South, I had never met people from Puerto Rico. But we had four guys from Puerto Rico and Queens, New York. Jose Feliciano’s “Feliz Navidad” would play on Armed Forces Radio and these guys made us all start to dance and sing along. They sure knew how to have a good time. They helped us all not be so homesick.”

Thank you for that great memory, Jim. I can’t think of anything more American than guys from Alabama, New York and Puerto Rico all joining the US Army and celebrating Christmas in Germany listening to Jose Feliciano sing “Feliz Navidad!”

Next, what might be a close encounter with the real Santa Claus. Margaret from Washington wrote that her 60-year-old sister Liz lived in an adult home. She had cerebral palsy and autism, the mental capacity of a six-year-old, constant pain from two broken hips and her spine, and limited speech due to her medication. She didn’t have much joy in her life, but she loved Christmas and still had an unwavering belief in Santa Claus.

Liz had a great caregiver named Crissie who told Margaret that Liz and her deaf housemate Alice saved up $20 from their meager support checks, the price of a photo with Santa at the mall. So Crissie agreed to take them.

After waiting an hour in line, they finally got to the front to discover the photo price was $23. The “elves” wouldn’t budge on the price. Crissie called the home but was told she wasn’t allowed to spend her own money on residents. So Crissie reluctantly signed the news to Alice and began pushing Liz’s wheelchair away. Margaret said her sister began throwing a fit as only she could, and Crissie started pushing as fast as possible, with Alice trotting behind and Liz’s screams echoing through the mall.

As they reached their car, they heard someone shout, “Liz, wait!” They turned around, and there was Santa, out of breath. He’d been running after them. Liz stopped screaming immediately. Santa gave them all candy canes and said he’d love to pose for a photo with them, no charge. Santa hugged Liz and Alice, and said, “HO! HO! HO! Merry Christmas!” as Crissie took a cell phone photo.

Now, here’s where the story takes a magical turn. The photo turned out great. You could even tell that Santa’s long white beard was real. Margaret was so touched by his kindness that she went to the mall with a thank-you card and the photo, so they could identify the mall Santa who performed that special act of kindness.

She showed the photo to the mall manager’s secretary, who took it back into the office. Margaret wrote:

“The manager came out and told me she thought it was a great photo…but that was NOT their Santa.”

They had no idea who that kind, jolly man in the beard and red suit who magically appeared out of nowhere in their hour of need could have been. I’ll leave it to you to decide.



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    12/24/2020 11:45 PM

    Merry Christmas to all.

  • Renee Kendrick

    12/24/2020 06:22 PM

    A guy I dated many years ago passed away from Covid19 this December. He lost his wife in 2019 and had no children. We dated about 3 years. The 2 significant Christmases we had together have become special to me this month. The gifts he gave were perfect as they were items I discovered on window-shopping walks around the mall with him. The man had a big heart and was kind to everyone. It is heartbreaking how he left this earth but it is comforting to know he is with Jesus!

    Other Christmases that come to mind was when we had a Chihuahua that loved to tear open the presents. We would wrap a gift for her. Not sure who had more fun. The dog opening her gift or us rolling with laughter as we watched. Yes, even years later animals still love Christmas. Arf! Arf! To all the pets!!!

  • Vicki De ault

    12/24/2020 05:56 PM

    Thank you for these stories. I needed them.

  • Diane Rowlands

    12/24/2020 05:24 PM

    i am a professional vocalist. It is Christmas eve, 5:20 pm and i will be singing at the service this evening. I have just read the interesting stories you shared from various people in the country. How inspiring to me. I will be thinking of this tonight as i sing. Thank you. Merry Christmas

  • Barbara Dahlberg

    12/24/2020 04:55 PM

    Thank you, Governor Huckabee for bringing joy to our day! God bless you, your family and staff. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

  • James Johnson

    12/24/2020 04:18 PM

    Governor Huckabee,

    I read a story on Fox about the Supreme Court and the case before them on the Election Controversy. As reported in the story, the Supreme Court set a date to hear the case two days after Biden will be sworn into office as President, making the case mute.

    My question to you: Why can't the Senate postpone the Electoral vote until after the Supreme Court decides on the case? The court is not the only body in the Government, which can play games, and the House won't be able to do anything about it.

    Thank you for allowing me to submit my comment.

    James Johnson

  • Leopoldo R Gutierrez

    12/24/2020 04:14 PM

    Dear Mike: I have created a group in the "CaucusRoom" with the name "Trump crusaders" (using Pete Heghseth idea, hope He won't mind). Would like to invite You and all of your followers (indeed, to all 75 million of Trump supporters) to join efforts under this slogan and defend our Country, please confirm.

  • Joan Johnson

    12/24/2020 03:29 PM

    Best of wishes to all. Thank you for all the great articles. And sending a special prayer and love to
    all the broken hearted today.

  • George Reynolds

    12/24/2020 03:28 PM

    Thank you., Gov., for those inspiring stories.
    When our kids were little, to get them to calm down on Christmas eve and go to bed, we started a tradition of having a "family Christmas Eve picnic". My wife Linda spread a tablecloth on the living room floor and we ate crackers and cookies and drank hot chocolate. I would read the Christmas story from Matthew and Luke, and then the kids went to bed (and Linda and I worked feverishly until after midnight filling the stockings and putting out -- and sometimes assembling -- the gifts for our five children. I am 75 now, and Linda is 73. We have been married for fifty years. And now on Christmas Eve, our grown kids and their families have continued the "Christmas Eve picnic" tradition, with the dad reading the Christmas story, and one family or the other inviting us to share their picnic with them.

  • Ruth Spiering

    12/24/2020 03:22 PM

    Thanks for these--real tear jerkers. Mom, Dad and I traveled for Curtiss Candy company (Baby Ruth & Butterfinger bars). I have no memories of those Christmases--one hotel after the other. But the Lord has given me a wonderful husband and two (now grown) sons, 4 grandsons and recently 2 great-grandchildren. The Christmases are full of thanks to the Lord for blessings beyond compare.

  • Debi Hughson

    12/24/2020 02:49 PM

    God Bless you and Merry Christmas!!! :)

  • Nancy Carabine

    12/24/2020 02:38 PM

    I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas, Mr. Huckabee.

  • Forrest Plummer

    12/24/2020 01:51 PM

    Great Huck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Floyd Unger

    12/24/2020 01:50 PM

    Merry Christmas and thank you Mike Huckabee

  • Mac Billings

    12/24/2020 01:44 PM

    Thanks for the great little stories. Really a bright spot in my day!

  • Leslie Brooks

    12/24/2020 01:20 PM

    What great Christmas stories, Gov. Huckabee!! Thank you!
    They took me back to Christmas 1955 when I was seven (yeah, do the math—I am that old—on the outside). My mom, 3 year old brother and I were on a ship with other dependent wives and children headed to Japan to join our Air Force and Army dads. The big burly tattooed sailors (who spent the entire trip admonishing us to stay out of the way of the ‘big doors’ and not to play out on deck) suddenly became Santa and his helpers! They handed out games and played with us and made Christmas a fun day for us out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. (My brother says all he remembers is that Santa had exactly the same tattoo as one of the sailors we saw every day!) But we received our best gift several days later when we docked in Yokohama and there, in a sea of brown and blue uniforms, was our Dad waving up at the ship with that big wonderful grin of his. What a fantastic Christmas!!

  • Loraine Kenney

    12/24/2020 12:50 PM

    Merry Christmas to all!
    “Jesus came into the world that He might come into your heart. And He comes into your heart that you might come into His Kingdom.”

  • Shirley Thomas

    12/24/2020 12:47 PM

    Thanks for sharing the Christmas stories! We are 1 of family not traveling this year to see grandkids. They live in SanDiego their dad is active duty member of Navy. Fortunately my daughter and grandkids have their father and husband at home not deployed this year! Merry Christmas to you and your family and your staff

  • Paul Guisande

    12/24/2020 12:29 PM

    Thank you for your accurate reporting of current events and your positive and uplifting messages. May God bless all you do in this coming year of 2021.
    Shalom and God bless... Paul

  • Jerry L. Watters

    12/24/2020 12:21 PM

    My memories of Christmas past has to include not only Christmas but Thanksgiving, too. My Grandpa was a wheat farmer in Western Kansas and we always went to the farm for Thanksgiving. Part of the celebration was killing a hog and a calf during our stay. My grandpa would take the hog and calf to the locker to have them cut up into steaks, sausage, and more. When we came to the farm for Christmas guess what was our biggest present? That's right, it was all the meat he had made for us. We "stuffed" all that meat into our trunks and really enjoyed great meat for the entire year. What a great way to celebrate!!

  • Stephen Russell

    12/24/2020 11:09 AM

    Best Christmas JAG episodes:
    Only JAG had several Christmas theme episodes.
    o Ghosts of Christmas Past, USO show
    o All Ye Faithful
    the best JAG episodes

  • Mary Kay Bullard

    12/24/2020 11:01 AM

    Made my day. Loved every word. Some through tears!!