Monday, 21 December 2009

Hi Friends,
I have been so lax in writing I am almost ashamed...However there has not been a lot happening so not much news. We are having a real cold winter spell with lots of snow mainly in the South East of the country,.... a friend of mine has been cut of in her village for 4 days now.....Thankfully we have not had so much snow until now...Mary has just gone home and reports heavy snow at the moment. I am praying that it will all have gone by Christmas day, so that we can drive safely up to my sisters for Christmas dinner.... I was wondering what I was going to say about Christmas today and just as I was awondering I had the following story from a friend. So I copy it now as my Christmas gift to you all

The Truth About 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 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 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 all in the comming days find that you are in Santa Claus's team.
Blessing to you all and all those whom you love.... Sybil xx
Loving one not just for Christmas


  1. lovely post, my friend.
    wanted to wish you & yours...a MERRY CHRISTMAS!
    may there be warmth, joy, happiness, & love. all the things one could want.
    God bless you at this Holy time of year.

  2. I enjoyed the story so much. It does reflect the meaning of Christmas. I hope your snow melts and you get out on Christmas Day.
    Take care and keep warm.

  3. What a beautiful story. Thanks, Sybil. I hope you have clear weather for Christmas. I'm hoping the same. I'm planning to spend the day with friends about an hour from where I am and I am so hoping for good weather. Wishing you a wonderful Christmas!

  4. Lovely story Sybil, thanks so much for sharing it with us. I do hope there is dry and sunny weather for Christmas day as Todd has to drive quite a distance to pick up Terri, our elderly friend as we are sharing the day with her. I wish you and Mary a very Merry Christmas and wishes for a safe and happy journey on Christmas day and a wonderful visit with your family. xxoo

  5. I loved the story Sybil. I do hope the snow will now stop you from travelling. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

  6. saw on comment you left me that dee had a bd!!! big #8!!! WOO HOO, WOOF WOOF!!!
    H belated B dee!
    sug, & furrs

  7. Oh, I love this story, Sybil! I will have to snatch it! LOL... I imagine you in a cozy little cottage. I would love to see what your home looks like. Got pics? Stay warm!

  8. HI !! So glad we could reconnect! I have been so busy with my job, the kids and grandkids that I have been neglecting my journal friends...won't let that happen again!! xo

    Have a very blessed Christmas!

  9. That is a wonderful story your friend sent, and definitely reflects what Christmas is all about. Merry Christmas to you and Mary, and please drive safely to your sister's home.