Do You Believe In Santa Claus
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Topic: Do You Believe In Santa Claus
Posted By: boat dr
Subject: Do You Believe In Santa Claus
Date Posted: December-17-2006 at 11:23pm
Believe in Santa.
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, and 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 cla$$..
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 just 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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boat dr
/diaries/details.asp?ID=4631 - 1949 Dart
/diaries/details.asp?ID=1533 - 1964 American Skier
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Posted By: Morfoot
Date Posted: December-18-2006 at 8:02am
MERRY CHRISTMAS boat dr. and thank you for sharing such a neat story with us.I wish everyone had a wonderful Santa story like that. Don't tell ANYONE but this 39 year old man STILL believes in Santa Claus. In fact my kids and step daughter call me "Timmy Claus" I hope that it never ends!!
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"Morfoot; He can ski. He can wakeboard.He can cook chicken.He can create his own self-named beverage, & can also apparently fly. A man of many talents."72 Mustang "Kermit",88 SN Miss Scarlett, 99 SN "Sherman"
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Posted By: boat dr
Date Posted: December-18-2006 at 8:46am
Morfoot; A man goes thru three stages of life
#1 You believe in Santa Claus
#2 You dont believe in Santa Claus
#3 YOU ARE SANTA CLAUS
Grandkids are cooler than old boats,
I get to relive my youth thru them.
And yes there is a Santa.
Merry Christmas to all my friends at C/C Fan
Boat dr
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boat dr
/diaries/details.asp?ID=4631 - 1949 Dart
/diaries/details.asp?ID=1533 - 1964 American Skier
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Posted By: 83SN2001
Date Posted: December-18-2006 at 1:23pm
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I believe. Therefore I am
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Posted By: jbear
Date Posted: December-18-2006 at 11:38pm
"May you always have Love to share, Health to spare, and Friends who care"
What a great line boat dr. It is my wish for all you guys and Blondie, here on the site where we all get together. I have met so many cool people here and spent so much great time with you all. Some in person and some on line.
I hope that everyone here has a great, safe Blessed, Holiday Season. Remember the reason for the season.
john
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"Loud pipes save lives"
AdamT sez "I'm Canadian and a beaver lover myself"...
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Posted By: boat dr
Date Posted: December-19-2006 at 8:27am
Jbear, sometimes i get so wrapped up in the day to day i forget to stop and give thanks to allthat we have,our friends,our health and most of all the One that makes all this possible.
Was a little shy about posting those stories,gotta be politicly correct, but what the hell they really moved me,and you gotta share.
Merry Christmas to all,Billy,Karen and Aleisa, THE BOAT DOCTOR &CREW
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boat dr
/diaries/details.asp?ID=4631 - 1949 Dart
/diaries/details.asp?ID=1533 - 1964 American Skier
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Posted By: Munday
Date Posted: December-19-2006 at 9:20am
Great story Dr. Santa.Wishing all a merry Christmas
Munday
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Posted By: 69 Mustang
Date Posted: December-20-2006 at 1:03am
Well I was all set to have a lonely Christmas...long story but the glue that held our family together pa$$ed away in July and it is just not going to be the same.
Thanks Dr. - I think I'll go out and be one of Santa's helpers instead.
Merry Christmas to all CCFers!
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For every complex problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong.
"Where the **** are we?" Amelia Earhart. July 2, 1937
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Posted By: boat dr
Date Posted: December-20-2006 at 7:25am
69 mustang, after reading your reply i thought that this would help. i have freinds all over the world that i have yet to meet,and you my boy are one of them,hope this helps during this holiday season.........................boat dr
Are there some people in your circle of friends to whom you naturally go in
your times of trial and sorrow--people who always seem to say just the right
words and who give you the very counsel you desire?
If so, you may not realize the high cost they have paid to become so skilled
at binding up your gaping wounds and drying your tears.
Yet if you were to investigate their past, you would find that they have suffered more then most other people.
They have watched the silver cord on which the lamp of life hung, slowly
unravel.
They have seen the golden bowl of joy smashed at their feet, and its contents spilled.
They have experienced raging tides, withering crops and darkness at high noon,
but all this has been necessary to make them into those 'ministers" to others.
Cartons containing spices from the Orient may be cumbersome to ship and
slow in coming, but once they arrive, their beautiful fragrances fill the air.
In the same way, suffering is trying and difficult to bear, but hiding just
below its surface is discipline, knowledge, and limitless possibilities. Each
of these not only strengthens us and matures us, but also equips us to help others.
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boat dr
/diaries/details.asp?ID=4631 - 1949 Dart
/diaries/details.asp?ID=1533 - 1964 American Skier
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