Grandpa didn`t just talk about Christmas, he lived it. Starting on Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, Grandpa would trade in his Pea Green Sears suit with the golden buttons and dark red lining for the Santa suit that he picked up at a Second Hand store years back while he was shopping for a shadow box to house his medals from Guadalcanal. The Santa Suit had a few moth holes in it, a particularly large one a bit below the waistband, and never quite dried out and was always a little bit moist, but Grandpa didn`t seem to mind. Besides he never wore underwear anyway so there was no need to fix any of the holes. Grandpa would sit for hours in that suit, drinking Tennessee Bourbon before it was time to perform as the town Santa in front of Walter`s Dry Goods. Wait until I tell you what happened next...