It snowed again. My seventh Christmas was around the corner. I dreamed of getting the present from Santa
Claus until my elder sister told me: "There is no Santa Claus."
I ran to my grandmother's house, for she always told the truth. My grandmother was at home. I told her everything.
"No Santa Claus?" she said, "Ridiculous! I don't believe it. Put on your coat and let's go."
As we walked through the doors of the general store, my grandma handed me 10 dollars and said: "Buy something for someone who needs it."
I just stood there, thinking about what to buy and who to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew. Then I thought about Bobbie Decker. He didn't have a coat. He never went out to play games in winter. I would buy him one.
That evening, my grandma helped me wrap the coat and write, "To Bobbie, from Santa Claus" on it. Then she drove me over to his house.
My grandma parked down the street, and we hid behind the trees near Bobbie's house. Then she said: "All right, Santa Claus is coming."
I rushed for Bobbie's front door, and put down the present outside his door. I rang his doorbell and then flew back to the trees. We waited breathlessly in the dark for the front door to open. Finally it did and there stood Bobbie. That night, I realized Santa Claus was alive and well, and we were on his team.
