Santa Exists

by Amanda Lanum 

A viewer sent me this cute story that I want to share with all of you.

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to see her the day my big sister dropped the bomb: There is no Santa Claus, she jeered. Even dummies know that!

I sped to Grandma's that day because I knew she would be straight with me. Grandma always told the truth. I also knew the truth goes down a lot easier with one of her scrumptious cinnamon buns.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites I told her everything. Without a blink of the eye she snorted, No Santa Claus? 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 was still finishing my second mouth-watering cinnamon bun.

The where turned out to be Kerby's General Store. Kerby's was the one store in town that had a little bit of everything. As we walked through the doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. In those days that was a good chunk of change.

Take this money and buy something for someone who needs it, she said. "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.

For a few minutes I just stood there confused by the crowds and wondering what I should buy. I clutched the ten-dollar bill and contemplated who to buy for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, people in my church. Then it dawned on me.

Bobby Decker! He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair. He sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's second grade 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 he had a cough. The rest of the class knew he didn't have a cough. He didn't have a good coat.

I fingered the ten dollars with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy coat with a hood on it. It looked real warm. Bobby would like that coat.

Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me as I told her all about Bobby needing a real winter coat. She didn't give me any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

When we got back to Grandma's, she pulled the beautiful coat from the shopping bag so we could wrap it. A little tag fell out. I saw her quickly picked it up and stick it in her Bible. We wrapped the coat in Christmas paper and ribbon and wrote, 'To Bobby, From Santa Claus'. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. We then drove to Bobby Decker's house. She told me as we drove that I was now and forever one of Santa's helpers.

We parked down the street from Bobby's house and crept noiselessly to the house. We hid behind bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered. "Get going."

I took a deep breath and dashed for the front door. I set the present on his step, pounded on the front door, and ran back as fast as I could go for the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. As the door opened, Bobby stepped out.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering beside my Grandma in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night I learned that those rumors about Santa Claus were indeed ridiculous, just like Grandma said they were. I also learned how fun it is to give. Yes, I do like getting presents, but Grandma taught me something even better. She showed me the best of part of Christmas: giving.

I still have Grandma's Bible with the old coat tag she hid inside it. Price: $19.95.

-- Author Unknown --

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