Santa's Helper

[2tiredmom]

Santa and an Adventure With 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 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 for 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, and he didn't have a 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," 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 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 tag tucked inside: $19.95.

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He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

[Gina]

Aww how touching and heart warming..

[DianaB]

Awwww!!! What a sweet story!! Perfect for the Christmas season!!!

[judy]

Thanks for that lovely story! It just warms the heart.

[Janet]

That was really nice Linda..thanks.

[Nina]

What a sweet story!!

[Marilyn]

Okay, I'm teary eyed. I read it then read it to my husband. That's when I choked up. We need to all be Santa Clause this Christmas Season and throughout the year. Amazing story!!

[judy]

I just emailed this story to my daughter. My 11 year old granddaughter found out the "truth" about Santa and the Easter Bunny last year. She whispers about it to me and is very proud that she gets to help her Mom wrap the Christmas gifts from Santa and the Easter baskets from the Easter Bunny for her brother and sister.

I think she might enjoy this story a lot.