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« on: December 14, 2009, 10:42:06 AM »

*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
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 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.

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He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under
a tree.
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« Reply #1 on: December 14, 2009, 10:45:23 AM »

Great! Now I appear to have some foreign object in my eyes...
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« Reply #2 on: December 14, 2009, 12:24:05 PM »

ditto
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« Reply #3 on: December 14, 2009, 10:05:32 PM »

Darn, where are the kleenex?
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« Reply #4 on: December 14, 2009, 10:44:08 PM »

Darn, where are the kleenex?

No kidding, it make me tear up too to see that coats used to cost only $20...where are the good old days??
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« Reply #5 on: December 14, 2009, 10:53:06 PM »

Darn, where are the kleenex?

No kidding, it make me tear up too to see that coats used to cost only $20...where are the good old days??

The coat didn't have a Nike swoosh on it, LOL.
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« Reply #6 on: December 15, 2009, 01:13:04 AM »

Darn, where are the kleenex?

No kidding, it make me tear up too to see that coats used to cost only $20...where are the good old days??

The coat didn't have a Nike swoosh on it, LOL.

It didn't have a Nike swoosh because he was tryin' to keep the poor kid warm not get him beat up and his jacket stolen.  It's a sad world we live in.
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« Reply #7 on: December 15, 2009, 05:50:34 PM »

>>>>No kidding, it make me tear up too to see that coats used to cost only $20...where are the good old days??<<<<

That $20.00 would have required 20 hours hard work. Good riddance, good old days.
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« Reply #8 on: December 15, 2009, 06:24:37 PM »

>>>>No kidding, it make me tear up too to see that coats used to cost only $20...where are the good old days??<<<<

That $20.00 would have required 20 hours hard work. Good riddance, good old days.

So now spending $200 for the same coat would equate to how many hours? All other things being equal it's probably 20 hours.

That's some good reporting there, Lou.
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