This Santa comes from Zack’s childhood, so I’m letting him share the story.
I didn’t know my grandmother very well (my mom’s mom). She lived in Tennessee and we only saw her a couple of times a year. By the time I really got to know her, she was living in an assisted living home.
We went to visit her shortly before Christmas. I was probably 9 or 10 years old, maybe younger. I saw this little Santa sitting there and liked it. I was in a phase where I really liked erasers, so I really wanted him. I asked if I could have it and she said yes.
He’s tiny so I’m surprised he’s still around and hasn’t been lost at some point over the years. He has bite marks from a dog, and it looks like he’s slightly melted on the bottom. But it’s nice that he’s still around.