An Adventure with Grandma
I found this story years ago and recorded it in 2008 in one of my personal journals. It says the Author is Unknown, and perhaps he or she is. I don't even know if the story is true. You know what? I don't care. It's a great story. Merry Christmas to all! Feliz Navidad! <> 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. She 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 everythi...