RE: FW: Christmas With Grandma

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From: Tammy Ferns <tammy@...>

Subject: [ ] FW: Christmas With Grandma

" 'Tammy Ferns' " <tammy@...>

Date: Wednesday, December 17, 2008, 5:44 PM

Christmas with Grandma -- EXCEPTIONAL!

And always remember, if you quit believing in Santa Clause, you get

underwear for Christmas!!

I BELIEVE IN 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 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 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 always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

[Guest guest]

That is one of the loveliest stories I have every heard. I wish I knew your

Grandma!!!

Thanks for sharing ; Eva

From: Tammy Ferns

Sent: Wednesday, December 17, 2008 5:44 PM

'Tammy Ferns'

Subject: [ ] FW: Christmas With Grandma

Christmas with Grandma -- EXCEPTIONAL!

And always remember, if you quit believing in Santa Clause, you get

underwear for Christmas!!

I BELIEVE IN 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 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 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 always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

[Guest guest]

I didn't write it - I too thought it was an awesome story... so I forwared

it!

Tammy

_____

From: [mailto: ] On Behalf Of Eva

Sent: Wednesday, December 17, 2008 8:06 PM

Subject: Re: [ ] FW: Christmas With Grandma

That is one of the loveliest stories I have every heard. I wish I knew your

Grandma!!!

Thanks for sharing ; Eva

From: Tammy Ferns

Sent: Wednesday, December 17, 2008 5:44 PM

'Tammy Ferns'

Subject: [ ] FW: Christmas With Grandma

Christmas with Grandma -- EXCEPTIONAL!

And always remember, if you quit believing in Santa Clause, you get

underwear for Christmas!!

I BELIEVE IN 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 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 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 always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

[Guest guest]

wow - sorry  I answered to the wrong email - long day

From: Tammy Ferns <tammy@fernsconsulti ng.com>

Subject: [ ] FW: Christmas With Grandma

" 'Tammy Ferns' " <tammy@crazydatabase lady.com>

Date: Wednesday, December 17, 2008, 5:44 PM

Christmas with Grandma -- EXCEPTIONAL!

And always remember, if you quit believing in Santa Clause, you get

underwear for Christmas!!

I BELIEVE IN 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 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 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 always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!