Monday, December 21, 2009

An Adventure with Grandma

     I went to visit Grandma on the day my big sister dropped the bomb:  "There is not Santa Claus," she jeered.  "Even dummies know that!"  I fled to Grandma 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.  Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

     "Go where, Grandma?" I asked, wanting to finish 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 aobut 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 and 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 coat that had a hood attached to it.  It looked really 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).  We wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it - Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.  Then she drove me over to Bobby'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 Decker'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 Grandma's Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95. 

                                                                   By:  Anonymous


For us at our house, Santa is very definately alive and well, and we are on his team.   Are you? 



4 comments:

Nikia, May and da kids said...

OMGosh Sherrie! Thank you for sharing that wonderful story. You ended my night off on a happy note.

Team Santa all the way!

May

The Garden of Egan said...

I love that story! What a great way to tell kids about Santa!

Hope you are enjoying your week. Have a Merry CHRISTmas!
Tauna

midRae said...

Thank you. You know just what to say or do to remind us all. Again thank you.

Have a wonderful Christmas.

Carolyn said...

Such a sweet story. I clicked over from another blog and found somehting wonderful.

Thank you.