When I was a little girl, my grandfather hid quarters behind our ears every time we saw him. The quarters would appear out of nowhere. He did the same trick every time we saw him and every time we were amazed by his level of magic skills. These same quarters would also be “reward” when report cards came out. We were thrilled to get a whole dollar of quarters for every “A.”
My grandfather was also Santa Claus. Not like at the mall, taking pictures with crying toddlers, but only on Christmas Eve once-a-year Santa. On Christmas Eve at midnight Mass, Grandpa Santa would silently make his way down the aisle to the manger in front of the tabernacle to the left of the altar. You could hear the bells on the belt ring as his black boots walked quietly forward.
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