Grandma & Santa

By Richard157 Latest Reply 2008-12-25 02:21:53 -0600
Started 2008-12-23 13:54:23 -0600

Santa Grandma

"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
it's 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 the kids
knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he had no 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. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me
a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in
her Bible) 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 doorbell 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 tag tucked inside:

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5 replies

Ginlea 2008-12-24 05:50:49 -0600 Report

I love this story and you are right we are santas helpers.I will use your story to tell my kids about Santa.