BUSTED & "IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS?"

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Hi friends,


I was a bad girl today and I gots busted when the mommy got home from work. The Mommy has a cold and she ran out of Kleenex last night, so she got a roll of toilet paper out and used it instead. Is it my fault that she left it on the little table next to our recliner? It kept calling to me all day "Mona, come get me!!". So I had a weak moment and gave in. I was just trying to make a little snow. Since a bunch of my toys were on the floor, the Mommy thought it was stuffy stuffing until she got a good look. She caught me red handed or should I say pawed. After all that hard work, she threw me outside and swept it all up. Oh well, no blogging time for me tonight. The Mommy wants to share a Christmas story with you anyway. It shows the true meaning of Christmas. It's called: IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS???


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 this 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 has 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 it's 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 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 my 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 that went to my church.


I was just about thought out, when suddenly I 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 us 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 warm, and he would like it.


"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid the ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby Decker."


The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. 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 (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 Claus insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever 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 on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.


Together we waited 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!!!


MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!! and to all a good night!!



Love kisses and huggies to all......the Mommy and Mona, my bad little girl too!!


Caught in the act....Oh so busted.