“Don’t feel hurt, ” my daughter-in-law told Dave. “When your granddaughter saw an off-duty Santa at Sam’s Club, she was like white on rice hangin’ on to my Mom.” The two-year-old registered pure terror then, despite the Santa’s efforts to engage her in friendly conversation. The blue-eyed toddler stole glances and kept asking her Mommy,”Where he go?” And before the shopping ended, she did say “Merry Christmas” to him. Thus, Dave remained optimistic: after all, this Santa was her Granpa. The red suit, spats, hat and glasses came from a costume company, but the smile, voice and beard would be 100% Granpa. Dave and I arrived in Statesboro on Thursday afternoon, and Granpa tried on the outfit then because he planned to play Santa at two daycares on Friday, one being hers! “Daddy, No, I no like him!” Not exactly a rave review!