I remember the first time I saw him... I went to CVS on Gordon Rd on Christmas eve to pick up some last minute things. He was crossing the street when I saw him and I did a double take thinking on Christmas eve..such a magical time I had seen Santa. Then I realized he was homeless when I saw the soles of his shoes flip when he walked. I wish that day I would have done something but I didn't. I went home and cried to my family that "Santa shouldn't be homeless on Christmas eve" I remembered that Christmas what it was all about. Not the presents BUT family. I always wanted to talk to him...to know his story..I wish I had. It's so nice to hear that people did know him and his story. That he was loved and he was happy. RIP Santa....You will be missed.