My favorite memory from my childhood is our family Christmas get togethers. We would all load up in my fathers old beater station wagon and head to Little Rock to visit my grandparents. Along the way my father would stop by a small store (I can't remember the name) and buy my grandmother and grandfather their gifts.

 

Along with the other things would always be a couple of bags of Nonpareils. My father knew that my grandparents loved them and usually would not buy them for themselves. On the long ride to their house it was almost all we could bare not to dig into those wonderful chocolate goodies, but we knew there would be some sort of punishment tied to that, so we just bided our time.

 

Little did our father and mother know that our grandparents knew how much us kids loved Nonpareils too. As always happened, the older men all went out to cut the tree and grandma gathered us around her and doled out enough of them to satisfy us until Christmas day when she would put the remaining Nonpareils out for everyone. ~ Jack from Missouri