[ WP ] You can literally buy a bodytype ! Either fat , muscular or thin , tall or short , anything you want but it 's expensive . You just won the lottery and have body issues .

I crumpled the congratulations letter in my hand, staring long and hard into the fire. At last, I could n't take it any more, and I went off, `` Christmas cookies are the most horrid creations on this whole dang planet. I have honestly tried to eat them, since the kids lay them out every time on the job, but just looking at them makes me sick. I just ca n't get anything to stick to this bony frame. I mean look at me! I know what the kids want is a jolly round old Saint Nick, but I'm just not. Where did that whole thing even start? Elves are naturally slender. And despite their claims, nobody, not NOBODY, has ACTUALLY seen me. Can you name one? No. I'm just a ghost of an old man with too many bones poking every which way from staying up late in the workshop.'' I stopped. `` I'm sorry, I do n't mean to go off on you honey, I just think this is for the best.'' 
 
 My wife looked me over with her loving crinkled eyes and just gave me a smile. `` Okay dear.'' But I knew what that meant. 
 
 `` Dangit, just say it. Just say it! You do n't want me to get the surgery.'' I waved a finger at her and paced the floor. I had to pull up my britches a bit to keep them from slipping any lower. `` The children could love a fat Santa, but you never could.'' 
 
 She used that voice that she always does when she's trying to take care of a hurt elf, `` You always go back and forth on this. Back and forth. You know I could grow to love a round belly.'' 
 
 I turned sharply to face her. My nostrils flared as I took in a long breath. `` Do n't you tell me that. Do n't you lie to me.'' I shook my head and looked over the rug. After some thought, I said at last, `` and what about getting down the chimney? How am I suppose to do that if I'm fat? Hm?'' 
 
 She lay a hand on my shoulder. `` You'll find a way with your magic. You always do. What about those narrow flumes? And the kids with no chimneys? They gave you no trouble.'' 
 
 `` And my knees! They creak already as it is. Think If I put on a hundred more pounds.'' 
 
 I could barely look her in the eye. Oh, but her smile! It could warm the heart of Jack Frost himself. Her warm hand lifted my chin and led me to the old leather chair by the fire. `` Now dear, think. You're Santa. You'll be able to handle just about anything. It's up to you what you want to do. But I know how long it takes you each morning to get past that mirror.'' She pointed to the looking glass mirror above the fireplace. I stared long and hard into that thin frame of a man's eyes. Somewhere in there, a spark grew, and rose, like a great yuletide fire. 
 
 I lept to my feet. `` I'll do it! I'll spend the lottery money on the surgery.'' 
 
 `` That's my Santa.'' My dear wife paused. `` But how will you go collect the money? Should I go?'' 
 
 I smiled the old Chris Kringle smile as I put on my fur coat. `` Do n't worry, no one will recognize this willowy old Nick.'' As I reached the door, I added, `` but by tomorrow, everyone will recognize Santa Claus.''
