Friday, June 8, 2012

Santa Claus Magic

I remember my first Christmas adventure  with Grandma. 
I was just a kid. I was 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 !"  I fled to Grandma that day because I knew she would be straight with me. " No Santa Claus ?" she snorted... "Ridiculous ! Don't believe it. Now, put on your coat, and let's go." " Go? Go where, Grandma?" "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. 
Grandma handed me 10 dollars. She said, "Buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car."  I just stood there, confused, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. Suddenly, I thought of Bobby Decker. A Kid with bad breath and messy hair. 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 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 10 dollar down. " Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. " It's for Bobby." The lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me 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. She packed the gift and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus". Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house. Giving me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus, get going." I 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. 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. That night, I realised that those awful rumours 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.

"we cannot do great things on this earth, only small things with great love" - Mother Teresa

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