standing at 8 foot, the entity known only as “Grandpa” is an odd, horrifying looking thing. But it’s sweet demeanor and odd sentimental emotions make it bearable, it’s scrawny body bends, as it crawls through your doorway, it looks around, before spotting you, slowly extending a bony, scrawny hand with a gift, another old snow globe, this one with a small cabin, the water somewhat yellow from its old age “do…..you…..like….it?” he croaks, his disfigured mouth cracks into a warm smile