Yes, There is a Santa


This was sent to me and I thought I would share it. You may have seen it already, but it is such a sweet story. Enjoy.

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, 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!


  1. Thanks for sharing that heart warming and magical story. Have a wonderful Christmas with your family! :)

  2. Love it!
    Merry Christmas Eve!

  3. That's a wonderful story - and yes, Santa is still alive and well. My dad was a firm believer is helping Santa out every year. I still do it. Thanks for sharing!

  4. Wonderful story, thanks for sharing, so very sweet!

  5. What a beautiful, beautiful story, Kim. I love it. Merry Christmas to you and the loves of your life! xo Diana

  6. What a fabulous story and memory! Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas from one of Santa's helpers.

  7. What a wonderful story. Wishing you a very Merry Christmas!

  8. Great story...thanks for sharing it. Have a wonderfully Merry Christmas!

  9. That's the best Christmas story. Merry Christmas and thanks for sharing.

  10. Tears in my eyes!
    God bless you and your precious sweet Grandma.

    Merry Christmas Kim!
    Love ya,

  11. What a beautiful story Kim! Thanks so much for sharing it with us. Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  12. I love this! I'm just getting ready to put the presents under the tree and this made me smile! Thanks for sharing this Kim!

  13. What a beautiful story!! That is the spirit of Christmas! Wishing you a joyous Christmas and a healthy and happy New Year!

  14. This is such a charming story, Kim! Thanks for sharing it with us! Merry Christmas!

  15. I very seldom cry, but your story brought tears to my eyes. Thank you...

    Merry Christmas to all.

  16. This story warmed my heart the way that coat probably warmed Bobby. Merry Christmas, Santa's Helper

  17. Thank you for this uplifting story from your childhood.
    Merry Christmas, Haven

  18. I've not seen this before, what a nice story - Merry Christmas and A happy, healthy new year to you and your family, Kim! ....

  19. May the God filled light of Christmas and His redeeming grace shine on you and your home in the new year to come

    Merry Christmas from our house to yours.


  20. I strive to be that kind of Grandma. What a wonderful story Kim. May your day be merry and bright. xo Lynn

  21. Love should write a children's book about it!! Really!!

  22. Oh, I wish this was my story, but it isn't. This is an email that was sent to me and I just thought I would share it.

  23. What a wonderful story! It does remind us of the spirit that is Santa Claus!

  24. What a beautiful story. Your grandmother was a very wise woman. Thank you for reminding us of the true meaning of this season. God bless to you and yours.

  25. Kim, this is a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing it.
    ~ Sarah

  26. This made me bawl like a baby.

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  28. Well it may be just an email but so glad you posted it!

  29. Thanks for sharing, Kim. It's 2 days after Christmas as I read this and still the tears fall. I love Christmas and all that it stands for!