I watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer the other day, which is an awesome show. It’s part of my Christmas tradition. I used to feel like a misfit, so I can relate. Now I’m awesome, just like the show works out for our misfit friends.
One part of the show that always amuses me is Mrs. Claus telling Santa Claus, “Eat! Eat! Whoever heard of a skinny Santa?” Now that’s the kind of job I need! Of course Santa has other major responsibilities, like overseeing toy production and delivering toys, but that wouldn’t take up too much time. The rest of his time is devoted to being fat.
What would you think if part of your job requirement was being overweight? Could you handle that?
With Santa, it’s cool that he’s fat. (Yet he’s in good shape, since he has the endurance to travel the world in one night and deliver billions of toys.) With Santa, people like it that he’s overweight. Think about the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, where it says:
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
For most of us, if our belly shakes when we laugh, people look down on that. But with Santa, it’s cool.
So with all that in mind, I’ve decided I want to be Santa Claus when I grow up.