Adventure With Grandma

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  1. Ace

    Ace New Member

    Gastonia N
    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 to be
    truthful, 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 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 a gift
    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

    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

    :look_down: :cat:
  2. catfishjohn

    catfishjohn New Member

    Greenup Co. KY
    Thanks for the great post Brother Ace!!!

  3. 223reload

    223reload New Member

    that Brother was a very manly,christian thing to do i wish everyone the opportunity to share with someone who needs and deserves it thankyou for this post