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Vol. 13 No. 6, November-December 2011 1. NEWS YOU CAN USE HOLIDAY INSIGHT BREAK In these days of nameless faces Dare to live until the very last 1. NEWS YOU CAN USE Does Money Buy You Happiness? 2. AN INEXPENSIVE ONE-OF-A-KIND HOLIDAY GIFT I'd like to help you save some money during these tough times and make your holiday shopping very easy by offering you an affordable holiday gift! It is an ideal gift for loved ones, friends, employees and co-workers. This wonderful desk calendar provides words of inspiration and wisdom every day of the year! PLUS easy to apply action steps to help make the message a reality! Best of all, at the end of the year, turn it over and use it again, and again ... ******************* 4 Calendars for ONLY $30 +S/H ***************** **************** Regular Price $51.80 --You SAVE $21.80 ************* You risk absolutely nothing!!! If for any reason the calendars are not everything you expected, send them back to me and I will give you your money back. No questions asked!!! Click here to order or call 800-828-9653. 3. FRIENDS--A HEART-WARMING STORY FOR THE HOLIDAYS SANTA GRANDMA 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 the kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he had no 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. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas. That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) 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 doorbell
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 tag
tucked inside: $19.95. 4. WANT TO TAKE YOUR CAREER TO THE NEXT LEVEL? 5. HOLIDAY HUMOR BREAK Two young boys were spending the night at their grandparents the week
before Christmas. At bedtime, the two boys knelt beside their beds to
say their prayers when the youngest one began praying at the top of
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