Cowboy76
12-23-2007, 06:52 PM
A friend sent this to me. I thought I would share. Merry Christmas!!!
Christmas Adventure with Grandma: by A. Nonymous
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-fa mous, 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,
plai n 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 a 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 a nything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scramb ling 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 co rduroy 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 b ushes 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.
Well... 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.
It
takes a lot of us to get Santa's work done each year!
Christmas Adventure with Grandma: by A. Nonymous
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-fa mous, 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,
plai n 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 a 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 a nything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scramb ling 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 co rduroy 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 b ushes 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.
Well... 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.
It
takes a lot of us to get Santa's work done each year!