You can do something as big as walk 400 kilometers across the country, then come back to your apartment, visit your local Paris Baguette to buy your usual weekend salads... and have the bright, young girl behind the counter ask you if you'd like to help her mother's English kindergarten out by being this year's Santa.
Old, fat, and gray. That's me.
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Did you agree to play Santa, or did you call her a Ho three times?
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