What... No Santa Claus????... Not what Grandma Says...

taleena Member Posts: 1,612 Member
edited March 2014 in Breast Cancer #1
I received this today and thought some of you may like it as much as I did...


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 way, 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 you
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 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 didn't have a 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 (a little
tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible)
in Christmas paper and ribbons 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 door 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.

May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

Give back - what you can, where you can, whenever you can

**** I think I'm going to steal this ... and do something similar with my grandson James when he reaches that stage where the magic of Santa begins to dim...***


  • Jadie
    Jadie Member Posts: 723
    Thanks for sharing ~T
    I love it!
  • fauxma
    fauxma Member Posts: 3,577 Member
    Jadie said:

    Thanks for sharing ~T
    I love it!

    That was incredibly
    That was incredibly heartwarming.
  • CR1954
    CR1954 Member Posts: 1,390 Member
    Thank you for posting. It's what Christmas is all about....and yes, there really IS a Santa Claus!!

    Happy Holidays!

  • Sher43009
    Sher43009 Member Posts: 602 Member
    Wonderful! Thanks for
    Wonderful! Thanks for sharing.
  • natly15
    natly15 Member Posts: 1,941
    Taleena that is a beautiful
    Taleena that is a beautiful story, and truly brings out the meaning of Christmas. Yes Taleena there is a Santa claus.
  • mizcaldwell
    mizcaldwell Member Posts: 143
    Thank you for sharing that
    Thank you for sharing that lovely story. My 9-year old is at that stage - may have to try that with her!

  • roseann4
    roseann4 Member Posts: 992 Member
    natly15 said:

    Taleena that is a beautiful
    Taleena that is a beautiful story, and truly brings out the meaning of Christmas. Yes Taleena there is a Santa claus.

    Brought tears to my eyes.