My dear silver-haired Grandpa was "the" Santa of our small town where I grew up. Every Christmas Eve he would proudly don his Santa suit with his borrowed bells from his faithful horse. These he would drape over his shoulder like a Miss America (or Miss Universe to me). His Santa bag was always filled with peppermint knobs (candy) and NFLD twenty cent pieces which he gave to his faithful little followers.<br /> I remember one Christmas in particular sitting on the steps leading from our kitchen to the back porch just waiting for that magic sound; then it came, the magical horse bells. A thrill that went right to the pit of my stomach and caused tears to my eyes.<br /> My dear precious Santa Grandpa had arrived-Christmas had officially begun!<br />   Submitted By: NULL