This story begins before Christmas was a thought. The story is happy, the beginning is not. That night, we got reports that there was a forest fire. Fairly close to town. I looked out my office window and I I saw what was an orange glow. From the driveway, you could see Wildwood Estates was on fire. And all of the hills were on fire. So you were just driving into fire. I don’t really ever think we thought our home was in danger until it was gone. You go through trying to search for any sense of belonging you know there was nothing, it touched everything. We knew that we had lost our home and everything in it. As we go into Christmas and so many people, ourselves included, aren’t in our homes I think it would be nice just to celebrate
where we are at and how far we have come. The town needed to know that while things may seem rotten This too shall pass. They have not been forgotten. There was food. There was song. So they could all smile and dance. Christmas could still be merry, it just needed a chance. WestJetters worked hard, away from prying eyes. Nobody knew they were planning a very big surprise. Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas! The crowd was amazed. A surprise from above.
Special gifts in the sky. Tiny boxes of love. Each gift was a keepsake to remember the night.
And everyone in every family also got a free flight. And it turns out these folks may have lost all their things
but they never lost hope and the courage to sing. Gather ‘round the tree, voices raised in song.
Together they stand Fort McMurray strong.