[StBernard] to the Santa within us all!

[Westley Annis]

Grandma always knows

 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 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 good 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, ma'am,' I replied shyly. 'It's for Bobby.'

 The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a
 good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag,
 smiled again, and wished me a 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) in Christmas paper and ribbons
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 coat tag tucked inside:
 $19.95.

 May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

 And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

	



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