Thursday, December 24, 2009

Is Santa Real?

On this Christmas Eve evening I just imagine how many thousands of times the questions about Santa being real is asked. My daughters were always told that Santa was the Spirit of Christmas and that alone made him real. I thought I would share this story that someone sent me and let you decide if Santa is real or not.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone.

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 way 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 you 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, messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's second grade 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 the 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 on 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!

11 comments :

  1. Yes! There is a Santa. Always has been and always will be. This story just proves it. May you and yours have a very merry christmas.
    John

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  2. i love this. grandma gave you 10. it was 20. sounds like santas helpers are everywhere :) what an excellent memory and value to teach others. thank you grandma azhd, and thank you azhd.

    merry christmas to you and yours!!!

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  3. azhd - A great story, and your grandma was one smart lady.

    Merry Christmas!

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  4. ditto on the great story AZ HD!

    Merry Christmas to you and yours....

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  5. Nice...Santa doesn't always wear a red suit..Merry Christmas..

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  6. Good story. Is Santa real? Doesn’t really matter, as long the sprit of helping those in need is alive. As a group, Bikers help out all year. As a group, most others help out twice a year. That’s what I would like to see changed. Merry Christmas Dude :)

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  7. THanks for posting this, gave me chills, and perspective!

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  8. Dude, that is where it's all at. This did some good for me and thanks for posting it.

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  9. Great story. May we live that way year round. A little more proof:

    A kid leaves milk and cookies for Santa. As an extra incentive, he leaves a bottle of beer.

    Next morning the kid goes rushing in to see his Mother with the half full bottle of beer.

    "I knew Santa was real! Dad would have drank the whole bottle!"

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  10. I've heard lots of similar stories over the years, but this is the first time I've heard this one. Dave and Willy spoke all my words on this one. This year my daughter is going to be 13, and we managed to squeeze out 2009 with her still believing. On the fence a bit mind you...but still believing. I actually wondered prior to the holidays how I was going to handle the "there's not really a Santa" issue with her, but it sort of handled itself.

    I'm going to print this off and save it. I have a feeling it's going to come in very handy next December...

    Thanks. Hope you had a Merry Christmas, albeit a late wish.

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  11. I want you to know the minister at SRF Temple read this yesterday at our service. I did not know who wrote it hurried home to Google the words Bobbie Decker, Christmas and coat and was delighted to find the post. I tried very hard not to tear up during the service when he read it. The story was lovely and I plan to read it to my family on Christmas Day. God bless you for remembering the story and most importantly for sharing it.

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