Santa Claus

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Angelkitty, Dec 11, 2006.

  1. Angelkitty

    Angelkitty New Member

    Sheridan, Ar

    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

    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

    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
    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

    And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

    Merry Christmas.
  2. ka_c4_boom

    ka_c4_boom New Member

    yep thats santa and he lives on thru most of us

  3. Memphis_Catfish_King

    Memphis_Catfish_King New Member

    thats got to be one the best post/storys iv read to date ty so much for shareing