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Lowiq  (Level: 218.6 - Posts: 1956)
Thu, 17th Dec '09 8:49 PM


“The Littlest Jingle Bell”
--by Rosemary Leitz Smithson

Once there was a store that sold jingle bells. There were big loud ones that went “JINGLE JINGLE”, medium ones that went “Jingle Jingle” and the littlest one that went “jingle jingle” when you shook him.
As Christmas drew near people bought lots of jingle bells, but whenever they shook the littlest jingle bell and heard him go “jingle jingle" they would say, “No thanks, I’m afraid that’s a little too small.”
On Christmas Eve, all the bells had been sold except the littlest one. He was very sad because he had hoped so much that somebody would buy him and take him home for Christmas.
All of a sudden one last customer walked in. It was Santa Claus himself. “A jingle bell has fallen off my sleigh,” he said, “Can you sell me one?”
“I’m sorry” said the clerk, “but all of mine are sold except this littlest one you can hardly hear.” “Well said Santa, “I don’t want one that would wake the children up when I land on the housetops, maybe this one is just right for me.”
So he picked up the littlest jingle bell and, when he heard it go “jingle jingle” in its cheeriest way, he turned to the clerk and said…

“You’re right. It’s too small”

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Thu, 17th Dec '09 8:51 PM

Well, I liked it til the end.

1mks  (Level: 221.1 - Posts: 5929)
Thu, 17th Dec '09 8:53 PM

I actually did LOL.

M48ortal  (Level: 263.5 - Posts: 3848)
Fri, 18th Dec '09 4:05 PM

Warning to newbies: don't be drinking coffee (or anything) when you read Terry/Lowiq's posts. I love them, but I wish I had a moisture-proof keyboard. Here's my favorite Christmas story. It's part of the reason I do my Santa thing each year.
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 second grade 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 in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible). 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 love to share and have LOVE to share. And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus.

Pepperdoc  (Level: 152.5 - Posts: 4285)
Fri, 18th Dec '09 6:38 PM

That is a WONDERFUL story.

Ladyvol  (Level: 213.0 - Posts: 5674)
Fri, 18th Dec '09 7:03 PM

Now that was a Christmas story...loved it! If only everyday could be like Christmas...

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Fri, 18th Dec '09 7:26 PM

Headylamar  (Level: 154.6 - Posts: 740)
Fri, 18th Dec '09 8:41 PM

Oohhh, Santa Mike. I had you pegged all along.

M48ortal  (Level: 263.5 - Posts: 3848)
Fri, 18th Dec '09 8:53 PM

I'd really like to thank Terry for reminding me of the story above. I had filed it away and almost forgotten it until he started this thread.

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