There used to be a butcher that worked at Central Market. He looked exactly like Santa Claus, so Tanner and I called him 'Butcher Santa.' He constantly tried to convince us out of what we ordered, but it never worked. Silly Santa. Sometimes he walked around the store and handed out Reese's Klondike Bars to all the patrons. Straight. out. of. the. freezer. I have to admit, that's pretty bad ass. I can only assume when asked about the Klondike bars that his response would be, "I'm Santa, BITCH!"