A christmas story

@savypat (20248)
United States
December 21, 2008 7:03am CST
Here's my Christmas story for all of you, it isn't new but it's a wonderful story,my beautiful sister-in-law sent me. Enjoy and Merry Christmas For my non Christian friends enjoy the spirit. 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. 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!
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5 responses
• India
21 Dec 08
OMG TAHNK you so so much for sharing this i really needed a story like this to cheer me up and give me hope and i soo loved it man htis was awesome btw can i copy it? and sent it alogn? happy lotitng and have a nice day
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@savypat (20248)
• United States
21 Dec 08
Please send it on that's what is meant to happen Blessings
@ellie333 (21029)
24 Dec 08
Hi Savvypat, That is an amazingly beautiful story and I think most people are Santas little helpers in some ways. Thank you for sharing such a magical inspirational story. I bet Bobby also ha the best Christmas ever eh! Seasons Greeetings to you. Huggles. Ellie :D
• Philippines
22 Dec 08
this story almost made me cry. i think everybody's christmas would be better if everybody gets the chance to read this. great story.
@Opal26 (17694)
• United States
22 Dec 08
Hi pat~That was such a wonderful story! As I was reading I really got so engrossed in it for a minute. I have had alot of things on my mind and been very upset and stressed out and sick the last few days. But, when I finished the story and got to the ending I stopped and realized just what I have been forgetting these last few days! Just what Christmas is really all about! And this story made me remember! There is someone that really needs to read this and I am going to print it out right now and bring it into him and I hope he will get out of it what I did, although sadly I have my doubts. So I want to thank you for bringing me back to the real purpose of Christmas~ the magic of giving! Thank you from the bottom of my heart and may you and your family have a most wonderful and Happy and Healthy Christmas!
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• United States
21 Dec 08
How beautiful. I have tears in my eyes. Thank you for sharing this. It really made me think about what all I have to be thankful for and treasure. Merry Christmas.