Do you believe? I still do

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by tofish, Dec 31, 2007.

  1. tofish

    tofish New Member

    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 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, and 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 just didn't have a good warm 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 warm 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 Grandma's Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $29.95.

    May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that


    And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
  2. Kat-tamer

    Kat-tamer New Member

    I needed to read this about a week ago! My 10yr. old keeps telling me how there is no Santa! I've tried to explain that milking the Santa thing gets ya more stuff, but that didn't work.

    Maybe if I could get him to buy something for someone who needs it, and do a suprise like that, it would help him understand the real meaning of christmas and the whole reason behind believing in Santa.

  3. Catgirl

    Catgirl New Member

    Wow, I wish milking Santa would have worked for ME! Gees, think I got MORE before I figgered all that out. (Dang those school chums who tell ya crazy girl in 3rd grade told me about......NM. I must've learned quite a bit in the third grade :wink:.) Anyway, Santa once dropped a pogo stick in my chimney, and the same year left a message on my new cassette tape recorder. So he got one out of two right.....not so good at bouncing, but okay at listening; or talking/singing. Nice hearing my great grandma's voice again sometimes. "Christmas is a beloved time of the year, and we've been having very much fun."
  4. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

    I would like to say "Thank You" for your post. As I read it it reminded me of yesteryear when my grandparents on my Mom's side were still around and oh my how my Grandmother so loved Christmas and Santa Claus. I can still remember the gorgeous Christmas tree that was put up.Me being a little girl of 6 or 7 it was huge but what was most facinating to me were the electric Bubble lights that were placed all over the tree. I was simply awe struck at their beauty. Your post brought tears to my eyes because it reminded me of the wholesome family celebrations of a very much simpler time.I thank you from the bottom of my heart and wish you an extremely happy New Year. Reps to ya Brother,you are much appreciated.:big_smile:Sister Pat
  5. tofish

    tofish New Member

    i got that from a very good friend of mine. would of put it on sooner, but was traveling around visiting family and out of computer touch for last several weeks it seems.
    i've told my kids for yrs that santa is not a real person. he lives inside us. we are santa. this little story just helped back it up. i went through "santa isn't real" with my 14 yr old grandson this yr. took him out to the good will store and had him buy some large warm shirts. (they were out of jackets) then went downtown and had him give them to some of the homeless on the street. afterwards, he said he understood what i was telling him.
    i know, i say bah, hum bug every yr cause of having to buy all the presents for kids. but to see the smiles on the faces evens it out.
    love you all, my brothers and sisters. have a great new yrs eve. be safe and have a great next yr.
  6. gilmafam

    gilmafam Well-Known Member

    Gary... looks as though Yuma is the direction that I'm heading.... wed,thur... depart for the casinos in Temecula for fri night.... not sure of departure time.... what you got going....

    later.... Gilmanfam... bayrunner ray
  7. tofish

    tofish New Member

    ray, weather not looking the best, but just let me know.