Adventure With Grandma

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  1. Iddee

    Iddee New Member

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    *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 on the package, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" -- 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

    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 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 the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.


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

    Walt B Active Member

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    Very nice, thanks.


  3. G3farms

    G3farms New Member

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    Is that the same little Bobby Decker you beat up a couple of years later for asking that little Smith girl you were sweet on to the dance?? :lol: :lol: :lol:

    Sorry just could not help myself, that was a good story for sure.

  4. tecumseh

    tecumseh New Member

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    excellent story iddee... well done.

    it appears 'our' grandmas shared a lot of similar characteristics.