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Jingle bells

No matter where you go, some gremlin thinks up something to make you smile. Congratulations, Edeka.

Edeka is Germany’s largest supermarket chain. They hid 13 cameras and as customers stood at checkout counters, lights went off, but cashiers continued to scan items through the checkout. That’s when cashiers’ machines began to beep a very familiar tune!

The cashiers choreographed the holiday classic, ‘Jingle Bells’ to the delight of their customers.



Click on the video button and begin the video and let us all try to be gremlins.


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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 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 which had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked  through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars, 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, kids at school, 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 second grade class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat.  I knew because he never went out to recess during the winter.  His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher he had a cough, but all we kids knew 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 with 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 Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went 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 up noiselessly to hide 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 with 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 that moment spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.  That night, I discovered 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. The $19.95 coat tag is still tucked inside, too.

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!!!


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