Santa's Workshop ~ Diary of Ashlee the Elf!
Hi everyone!
Well its official...Christmas is here! Santa and the reindeer just left the north pole to start delivering your presents. I cannot wait for you to see the great gifts he has for you.
I want to share with you a story that Mrs. Claus read to us last night. I hope you enjoy it.
I Believe in Santa
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 just 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!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
See ya later! 
Ashlee the elf
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