Anecdotally, I was Santa Claus for the Christmas party we hosted for the babies. When I walked out the door, they started screaming and crying hysterically, because I looked like some kind of big red monster to them with my beard. Parents, on the other hand, were laughing out loud at the world's smallest Santa Claus. It was either gonna be me or a woman, so you play with the hand you're dealt, right?
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