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first Easter egg

I am sending your first Easter egg!!! Send it to the people who are important to you including me :) Let’s see if you get the dozen.

you love them

We smiled, we laughed, we argued, and we probably even disagreed on things but through it all i love you! I cant imagine going through 2012 without you. Take this moment 2 let family & friends know that u love them. Becuase you never know when that day might come that it will be 2 late. Send to everyone in your phone no matter if you consider them a friend or not!!

thankful for

It’s almost Thanksgiving! I love you and I’m thankful for having you in my life. Send this to everybody that you are thankful for!!!!

You’ve been “elfed”

You've been "elfed"

 

Life is all about  assesyou’re either covering it,
laughing it off,
kicking it,
kissing it,
busting it,
trying to get a piece of it,
or behaving like one …
   
 
 That’s right, you’ve been   elfed  .  Pass this on to as many people as possible, but you can’t send it back to the person who sent it to you.  He who elfs last, elfs loudest!!!!
 “ Merry Christmas ”

Christmas adventures with Grandma

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!

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