The truth about Santa Claus!

  1. Zsuzsy Bee profile image88
    Zsuzsy Beeposted 10 years ago

    When I read this I thought I wanted to share.... Merry Christmas

    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

    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:

  2. gamergirl profile image60
    gamergirlposted 10 years ago

    I don't care if the story's fake, it made me teary eyed this early in the morning.

    I love you Zsuzsy!

    1. Zsuzsy Bee profile image88
      Zsuzsy Beeposted 10 years agoin reply to this

      Charlotte, I felt the same when I read it, just a little warm and fuzzy .
      luv ya too and have a super Christmas. zs


This website uses cookies

As a user in the EEA, your approval is needed on a few things. To provide a better website experience, uses cookies (and other similar technologies) and may collect, process, and share personal data. Please choose which areas of our service you consent to our doing so.

For more information on managing or withdrawing consents and how we handle data, visit our Privacy Policy at:

Show Details
HubPages Device IDThis is used to identify particular browsers or devices when the access the service, and is used for security reasons.
LoginThis is necessary to sign in to the HubPages Service.
Google RecaptchaThis is used to prevent bots and spam. (Privacy Policy)
AkismetThis is used to detect comment spam. (Privacy Policy)
HubPages Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide data on traffic to our website, all personally identifyable data is anonymized. (Privacy Policy)
HubPages Traffic PixelThis is used to collect data on traffic to articles and other pages on our site. Unless you are signed in to a HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized.
Amazon Web ServicesThis is a cloud services platform that we used to host our service. (Privacy Policy)
CloudflareThis is a cloud CDN service that we use to efficiently deliver files required for our service to operate such as javascript, cascading style sheets, images, and videos. (Privacy Policy)
Google Hosted LibrariesJavascript software libraries such as jQuery are loaded at endpoints on the or domains, for performance and efficiency reasons. (Privacy Policy)
Google Custom SearchThis is feature allows you to search the site. (Privacy Policy)
Google MapsSome articles have Google Maps embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
Google ChartsThis is used to display charts and graphs on articles and the author center. (Privacy Policy)
Google AdSense Host APIThis service allows you to sign up for or associate a Google AdSense account with HubPages, so that you can earn money from ads on your articles. No data is shared unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
Google YouTubeSome articles have YouTube videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
VimeoSome articles have Vimeo videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
PaypalThis is used for a registered author who enrolls in the HubPages Earnings program and requests to be paid via PayPal. No data is shared with Paypal unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
Facebook LoginYou can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. No data is shared with Facebook unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
MavenThis supports the Maven widget and search functionality. (Privacy Policy)
Google AdSenseThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Google DoubleClickGoogle provides ad serving technology and runs an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Index ExchangeThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
SovrnThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Facebook AdsThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Amazon Unified Ad MarketplaceThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
AppNexusThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
OpenxThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Rubicon ProjectThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
TripleLiftThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Say MediaWe partner with Say Media to deliver ad campaigns on our sites. (Privacy Policy)
Remarketing PixelsWe may use remarketing pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to advertise the HubPages Service to people that have visited our sites.
Conversion Tracking PixelsWe may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.
Author Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide traffic data and reports to the authors of articles on the HubPages Service. (Privacy Policy)
ComscoreComScore is a media measurement and analytics company providing marketing data and analytics to enterprises, media and advertising agencies, and publishers. Non-consent will result in ComScore only processing obfuscated personal data. (Privacy Policy)
Amazon Tracking PixelSome articles display amazon products as part of the Amazon Affiliate program, this pixel provides traffic statistics for those products (Privacy Policy)