"In early Decembers, long since past, while the quaint Victorian Village of Saratoga Springs slept quietly through a chilled and moonlit eve, legend suggests that a bit of holiday magic was in the making . . . The first dusting of winter's snow, gathered in darkened downtown doorways and twirled by night's wind, seemed to dance and whirl like sugarplum fairies. Behind the oaken doors of gingerbread-sized candy shops that dotted Saratoga, tireless old candy makers, bathed in the amber glow of crackling hearth and bubbling candy pots, labored on into the night creating . . . and continuing a holiday tradition known to all as the "Peppermint Pig".