That long line of kids waiting for you march closer and closer. One after another sitting on your lap and
getting their picture taken.
Those moments when you take a break you look at yourself and realize that this isn't a costume. You really are
a round older man with a full beard. Those times when you head to the bathroom you realize that you can no
longer see your penis and another strange thing. You find that you have to use the children's toilet. You have
shrunk in height to just a bit under 5'.
As the night approaches you hope that your hell will end but it doesn't. A moment of grey darkness envelopes
you and you are back for another day.
It's no wonder you are as round as you are seeing that many of the kids want to have Santa with a cookie in
his mouth or a glass of milk washing it down. And try as you may some of it does go down. And as the day go on
more and more enters that whale sized midsection you have come to know as your belly.
As the days move to weeks and the weeks to months Christmas quickly approaches. On Christmas Eve you think
this must be the end and as the evening ends and your duties are completed you feel that greyness envelope you
but soon you are flying high above the city. Your eyes begin to focus and you are in an open air craft looking
vaguely familiar. What the hell! You screech as you realize you are in a red sleigh with gold trim and in
front of it are reindeer.
As this realization comes to you the reindeer find their way to the top of a roof and you stumble out of the
sleigh hauling a pack. As you stand by the chimney you look at it and think "no way" but you put a finger
aside of your nose and soon you are shooting down the chimney and standing next to a tree. Now your short
round figure is remarkably able to move quickly. You unload your pack and sit for a moment to eat the cookies
and milk left for you.
House after house a similar scene occurs. All those cookies and milk as a mall Santa have prepared you for the
evening.
You feel stuffed and joyful as you finish your last house and the reindeer take to the sky and head north. Now
the darkness envelopes all you see except a star shining in the distance. But it can't be a star it is too low
to be a star. A city? Do you have another stop? But as you approach you see it isn't a city but an ice
mansion. The reindeer come to a landing and there waiting are dozens of elves.
To a normal sized person they would have seemed minuscule but to your new body they were not too short at all.
You were the tallest but they pulled the clothes from your body and soon you stood in the middle of this ice
mansion naked as a jaybird and not a bit of the cold touched you. As a matter of fact you felt quite warm.
A nice long dip in a hot spring fed spa and then a nice belly rub by the elves and you were ready to settle
down for a long winters nap.
Now this idea that there was a Mrs. Clause was a fable that was not to pan out. You noticed the next day that
you were surrounded by hundreds of elves and all of them boys, hundreds of years old, there to serve you and
prepare the toys for the next ride.