Nick.
Sometimes one likes to picture a svelte Santa lounging close-shaven and bare-chested on a tropical beach somewhere mid-July (while his underpaid elf workers are up to their elbows in toy orders, no doubt), but by Thanksgiving, his gaining regimen is underway and he’s well on the way back to his jolly old self. Does it have some magical properties, you wonder?. No, not exactly, but without it, Santa would just be a bearded, elderly intruder into your home.