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I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. 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-famous, 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 it's 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 to 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;
he had no good 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, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a
good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag,
smiled again, 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 coat tag
tucked inside: $19.95





:) :) :) :)
 

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Lupe,

What a great story and memory that is.
It gave me a lump in my throat.

Thanks for sharing it, and God bless You, Grandma and the clerk at Kerby's.
 

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7.62x39 said:
Lupe,

What a great story and memory that is.
It gave me a lump in my throat.

Thanks for sharing it, and God bless You, Grandma and the clerk at Kerby's.
I wish I could take credit for that, but that one came from my brother.:)
 

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Is there a Santa? I certainly hope so, cause I asked for a replica model 1897 Winchester pump shotgun. :D

Very good story for this season Lupe. :thumbup1:
 

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Roy, I KNOW Santa's spirit is strong in you, and there are many other Santas here. If anything, I've been a reluctant Santa recently, needing a swift kick in the rear end to get my heart going in the right direction. Thanks go to everyone else who helped rekindle precious Christmas spirit in me.
 

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If ever there was a doubt about Santa, there isn't anymore. Very touching story Lupe. Even if it was your brother, thanks for sharing it with us.
 

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Great story Lupe.
Would you mind if I copied and emailed to a few friends?:)
 

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Great story Lupe...
Now send your brother over here, 'cause the elves forgot to put together my daughter's new dollhouse! kidding..
Merry Christmas to all... hope your holidays are the best ever!!!

P.S.
think of this story, and you won't forget what it's all about.
 

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Got the Holiday Blues? Well...................

Play some good ol' Christmas music! Over the years I've collected greats, such as:

Let's Put Christ Back in Christmas
I Want A Boob Job for Christmas
12 Pains of Christmas
Buttcracker Suite
There's A Santa Who Looks A Lot Like Elvis
Leroy The ******* Reindeer
Chipmunks Roasting on An Open Fire
Didn't I Get This Last Year?
The Restroom Door Said Gentleman
Teddy The Rednosed Senator
It's The Most Fattening Time of The Year
Walking 'Round in Women's Underwear
We Wish You Weren't Living with Us
Daddy's Drinking Up Christmas
Oh, God, I'm Santa Claus!
I Farted on Santa's Lap, and Now Christmas Is Gonna Stink for Me
Oprah Burps Christmas
Please Daddy, Don't Get Drunk This Christmas
It's Christmas, and I Wonder Where I AM
I Came Upon A Roadkill Deer
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Grandpa Got Run Over By A Beer Truck
It's The Most Fattening Time of The Year
Police Stop My Car (Not Feliz Navidad)
Rusty Chevrolet
Santa Claus Is Foolin' Around
Shoppin' 'Round for a Christmas Tree
White Trash Christmas
Blue Christmas (sung by Porky Pig)
Jingle Bells (performed by singing dogs)
Wreck The Malls
 
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