| In August, he smiled at the memory of 65 Decembers and promptly stopped shaving.   The ruddy complexion, jovial disposition and expanded waistline were already his by rite of genes, a penchant for English ale and a passion for bulked-up curries.   Throughout September, October, November and into December, the beard became luxurious with the look and texture of cotton wool,   showing every variant from peppered grey thru' cumulus white.   Flair with a tenon-saw produced a serviceable sleigh,   and a hard-won pension provided a sack-full of presents, brand new wellies, and a funny red suit and hat.   Although they wouldn't keep their antlers on, two Great Danes made competent stand-in reindeer,   and his Grandchildren, who were taller than Munchkins, though smaller than Umpa-Lumpas, made charming, mischevious Elves   but how to visit six billion people in just one night?   |