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  • Santa??

    Received this via email and thought I would share it.

    Adventure With Grandma

    I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a
    I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
    My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that
    day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always
    told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew
    they were world-fam ous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

    Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
    everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted.
    "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years,
    and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
    "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
    world-famous, cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General
    Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything.
    As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car."

    Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother,
    but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and
    crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a
    few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten- dollar
    bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

    I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors,
    the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought
    out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath
    and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note,
    telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker,
    didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I replied shyly. "It's .... for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me. I
    didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry
    Christmas. That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out
    of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it -- Grandma said that
    Santa always insisted on secrecy.

    Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, Explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers.

    Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
    noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a
    nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
    I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the
    front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
    Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were:
    Ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.

    He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

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    Boy, that brought a tear to this big, dumb, retired cop's eye! What a wonderful story to relate, and so true. Thanks, bleary eyed, thanks.



    • #3
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      Hey Archie, your not the only old geezer with a tear in his eye. Beautiful story.


      • #4
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        Add chills to the list of tears!



        • #5
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          More tears here


          • #6
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            I think everyone who reads this reacts in the same way, I know I do.. Merry Christmas, Tom H


            • #7
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              I have seen this several times and its better each time......! Oh and I checked NORAD, santa is on his way HO HO HO! (and may I never forget to thank the Lord, who makes it all happen! )
              "Lif iz lik a box "o" choc lets, ya nevr kno whut yull git!"


              • #8
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                A beautiful start to Christmas Eve day. thank you for posting that.

                Merry Christmas everyone.


                • #9
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                  Does tears ruin a keyboard?
                  Now that one got me. Morso than others.
                  If no tears, then there is no Heart.
                  Thank you Micky.
                  To all a verry Merry CHRISTmas!


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                    No tears, but a huge sigh from deep within my curdled soul.

                    Santa does so exist!


                    • #11
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                      Mickey-a very touching story,sometimes in our seemingly hectic lives ,we tend to forget what is really important.
                      your story gave me pause to think about what blessings have been given me.

                      Safety first


                      • #12
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                        NO SANTA?!?! Of course there's a Santa!

                        How do you think we were all lucky enough to find out about this great forum and meet all the fantastic people who come here?

                        Merry Christmas!