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Merry Christmas to all Santa's Alive and Well

Discussion in 'General Topics & Support Issues' started by Blueribbon, Dec 20, 2006.

  1. Blueribbon

    Blueribbon New Member

    I have permission from the one you posted this on another site.

    Merry Christmas to all and A Happy New Year.

    Linda P
    Santa Claus is Alive and Well!
    Posted by Jenea

    May we always keep this story close to our hearts. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Santa Claus is ALIVE and WELL!

    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 stoo d 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 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
    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!
  2. Chessmind

    Chessmind New Member

    Very nice story. I believe in Santa too. :eek:
  3. charmedagain

    charmedagain New Member

    Loved thats story i still believe :)

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