Friday, December 12, 2008

A Sweet Santa Story


I can't take any credit for this..it came to me in an e-mail and I loved it.


I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS

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 way, 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.

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!

15 comments:

Twyla and Lindsey said...

I do believe in the magic of Santa Claus. What a lovely, inspiring story. Thank you for sharing it, Stacey! Have a great weekend. Twyla

An Accomplished Woman said...

Stacey, first you call me darling and now this story. Thanks for lifting my day. I really needed it.

texasdaisey said...

Loved the story. It definitely explains Santa in a wonderful way.
Debbie

Karol said...

Very, very, very sweet story.

Karol :0)

Sit A Spell said...

I love this story...will have my 13 yr old read it this weekend. I love doing things like that for others...shivering in the bushes waiting is the fun part. : )

Buzzings of a Queen Bee! said...

Thank you for such a wonderful story. I loved it. I especially loved the grandmother's reaction: That's been going around for years, how silly! Perfect.
Carrie

kari and kijsa said...

What a cute story!
We have a fun giveaway of a target gift card today with the AHA for go red! A little early Christmas gift!

blessings,
kari & kijsa

cottage farm villa (aka cottagecharm) said...

That is such a sweet story. Thank you for sharing it. This time of year gets me all melancholy and my eyes well up with these kinds of stories and the Christmas music playing. Happy Birthday Jesus played with a little girl signing, while I was driving in the car....tears streaming down my face. Nothing like a child singing!

Merry Christmas,
Cheryl

Carol said...

This story tugged at my heart strings Stacey. Thanks for sharing. Hope you're having a wonderful weekend. Is your son home for Christmas break yet?
Blessings,
Carol

Susie Harris said...

What a touching story.... thanks for sharing!

Miss Janice said...

Thank you for that sweet story and I hope you are having a relaxing weekend!

Melissa Miller said...

HI STACEY,

WHAT A HEARTWARMING STORY!
THANKS FOR SHARING.

I HAVE PASSED THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT AWARD ON TO YOU. COME BY WHEN YOU HAVE A MOMENT.

~MELISSA ;)

Bo said...

Hi Stacey...thanks for sharing such a heartwarming story...I strive to be that kind of grandmother to my only grandchild!
;-) Bo

Nancy said...

Hi Stacey, Loved the story! very heart warming! Nancy

Ms. Tee said...

Awww, that was so sweet - thank you for sharing! :)