Category Archives: Christmas Stories

Giving Thanks on Thanksgiving

It’sĀ  the time of year for Thanksgiving and moving into Christmas. This is a time when gratitude shines brightly and people tend to be a littleHappy Thanksgiving 2014 more giving and sharing, and when we take time to be grateful. What are you grateful for this year? Please share in the comments below and let’s fill the world with gratitude. Then share on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram and every other place you share online – and then get offline and share your gratitude with others.

What does it mean to be grateful and how do we show it? Some of the obvious ways are by sharing dinner with family and friends, giving toys for a toy drive, giving to the Salvation Army pots, choosing a name from a giving tree, and perhaps even having $20 or $50 of one-dollar bills to pass out to those in need. Sometimes it means sitting in front of a fireplace, cozied up with a hot toddy, warm cider or hot chocolate and sharing stories with each other, or just spending that time alone, with or without a good book.

Some of the things for which I’m grateful: a home to protect me from the elements, a bed that keeps me off the floor, a warm blanket for those cold nights and a fan for a breeze when it’s too warm. I am grateful for friendsĀ  and family, near and far. I’m grateful for the returned smile from someone I don’t know, but for that few seconds, we share a silent “Hello.” I’m grateful for my many Facebook friends and for their loving posts; some bring tears to my eyes and some make me laugh out loud. Above all, I’m grateful for this life I’m living, for the many experiences, both painful and joyful, and for the memories I’ve made; the pictures and music in my mind, and the knowledge that I AM more than just a physical body. I am grateful for my Angels and Guides; for the love that flows through me from them and out to others. I’m grateful for my clients who reach out to those Angels for help, clarification, and comfort. I am grateful.

Whatever your life situation, I hope you can find at least one thing for which to be thankful. I would love to hear your gratitudes and thanks in the comments below as well as on my Facebook page, Pinterest, etc.

Christmas With Grandma

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A Coat for Bobby Decker

Christmas with Grandma — EXCEPTIONAL!
And always remember, if you quit believing in Santa Claus,
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!