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Putting the rumor to rest...SANTA IS REAL

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, 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.
                                        MERRY CHRISTMAS...

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!
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.... It's learning to dance in the rain!
 I know it isn't long before our oldest grandson will be questioning the miracle of Santa. I hope I can give him the same advice. Wishing all of you a joyous Christmas and Hanukkah.

I appreciate all the wonderful comments and ideas...thank you for sharing a little of yourself each day. We all thank CT for the venue to become friends.

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Comment by B J Elder/WA on December 24, 2014 at 9:00am

Oh Pam, what a wonderful grandmother you had! No wonder you are the great, giving, caring person you are. Thank you for sharing the truth about Santa Claus.  Merry Christmas!

Comment by Ally Bryant on December 24, 2014 at 5:46am
Wonderful story Pam, really good one to share with our grandsons.
Merry Christmas to you and your DH. Lovely photo of you both.
When I get back will put some photos of our Christmas in HK with the Gsons. The twins are running around and quite the characters. iPads are great but one can't post photos on CT.l
Comment by June Johnson/Wi on December 23, 2014 at 8:13pm

Love the story, Pam, and love you, too.

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Comment by ranchmom/OR on December 23, 2014 at 2:05pm

Merry Christmas to all of you, Pam thank you for reminding us that Christmas is a time of giving not receiving and that Santa Claus is real and lives in us all!

Comment by Joanna liguz on December 23, 2014 at 12:36pm

Thanks for the reminder to all of us that life isn't about us...it is about giving of ourselves to one another..Love your gift to us,, Love the photo~ Merry Christmas Blessings, and a healthy New year.

Comment by Pam/NY on December 23, 2014 at 12:35pm

Just to be clear...this story was sent to me. It is not about my grandmother! hugs to all

Comment by Barb/WI on December 23, 2014 at 11:43am

Beautiful.  Thank you.  Love the picture, too!  Merry Christmas and may your blessings continue in the New Year.

Comment by Cindy on December 23, 2014 at 11:40am
Pam, what a special blessing you are to all of us! Thank you for sharing your special spirit with us.
Comment by Roxann on December 23, 2014 at 11:06am

Oh my. Behind tears and a sour mood, I so needed this today! A very beautiful memory!

Wishing you and yours a Very Merry and Blessed Christmas Pam! 

Thank you for sharing!

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