As Jeff wakes up the next morning, he groans in anticpation of any new changes. Sliding out of bed he takes a glimps down at his waist. Although much bigger than his original self it had not grown since the day before. The hair on his body had definitly not become grey, or white for that matter, so Jeff took a sign of relief.
Walking to the mirror Jeff immediatly jumps back. The thick stubble that was on his face prior to his shave was back. "That's odd" Jeff quickly looked at his face. A week ago the thought of being hairy, or bearded for that matter was as far fetched as becoming santa, but now he was caught in a different reality.
Picking up a razor to shave, he suddenly had the urge not to shave. One side of him screamed to do it, but the Santa mentality was begining to take control. Just as he lifts his razor he has the desire to eat. "Oh well, can't shave on an empty stomach" he grumbles to himself. As he heads downstairs he has no desire to return to shave, and looking at his reflecton in the mirror has the urge to grow it out. "What harm could it do" he states rubbing the corse stubble, enjoying its feel for the first time.
At the end of the day Jeff returns to the bathroom and takes another look. The stubble had indeed thickened, but was still very short and still not a beard. He once again put his hand to his face and rubbed the hairs pondering how he would look the next day. With that he takes his razor and throws it in the garbage, walks to his room, and falls asleep. The next day...