Imagine Santa in his heydays with the beard and mustache, before he settled down at the North Pole. Imagine him being a city man, walking and biking instead of having to rely on reindeers to carry him around. I see the cause of his weight gain.
Imagine Santa before he meet Mrs. Claus being the man who preferred naughty over nice and didn’t wait to kiss under any mistletoes.
Imagine Santa not looking anything like someone who should be called Old Saint Nick, but will be called Saint of my…. You finish that sentence how you see fit after feasting your eyes on the the Ken Claus finalists of 2013.