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Christmas With Grandma

English: Photo of Jonathan G. Meath portraying...

English: Photo of Jonathan G. Meath portraying Santa Claus. Date approximate. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.

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17 comments on “Christmas With Grandma

  1. A Dog With Fleas
    December 14, 2012

    What a wonderful story and really demonstrates the real meaning of Christmas and there really is a Santa Claus!

    • Judy
      December 14, 2012

      Yes I just have to stop reading these emails that bring tears to my eyes. The spouse keeps wondering what is wrong with me :)

  2. dorannrule
    December 14, 2012

    I’m crying again. This is such a special Christmas story that should be told again and again! And Grandma’s wisdom shines through.

  3. dorannrule
    December 14, 2012

    Reblogged this on Virginia Views and commented:
    This is truly a special Christmas story!

  4. Lori Lipsky
    December 14, 2012

    This story is a Christmas delight. I’m so glad you shared it with us! Grandma rocks!

    • Judy
      December 15, 2012

      Doesn’t she though. What a wise woman. :)

  5. I HAVE A VOICE
    December 14, 2012

    What a warmth has filled my heart! Merry Christmas dear!

    • Judy
      December 15, 2012

      Merry Christmas to you too, and may it be filled with joy and happiness for you and your family. :)

  6. apronheadlilly
    December 14, 2012

    Cool!

  7. nutsfortreasure
    December 14, 2012

    Reblogged this on Living and Lovin.

  8. stephiesbeadsandbaubles.com
    December 15, 2012

    What a wonderful story !! This is what Christmas is all about !!!

    • Judy
      December 15, 2012

      I couldn’t agree more. It bought tears to my eyes :) Thank you for commenting. :)

  9. Mama's Empty Nest
    December 15, 2012

    What a precious story, Dor (or should I say Santa Claus?)! Your Grandma was one wise woman and she taught you more about Christmas spirit and giving in just one valuable lesson.

    • Judy
      December 15, 2012

      I am so glad that you enjoyed it. I just thought it was too nice not to pass on and Dor was kind enough to reblog it.
      Have a happy holiday. cheers Judy :)

  10. dogear6
    December 16, 2012

    What a great story! I’m so glad that Dor reposted it.

    Nancy

    • Judy
      December 16, 2012

      Thank you so much :)

  11. Carla Saunders
    January 9, 2013

    wow :)

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