I am a large, jolly looking fellow who wore a red shirt at work. Since I worked at as a cashier at a superstore I came in contact with a lot of kids. Many of them mistook me for Mr. Kringle, even in July when I don't have a beard. At Christmas I just wore the hat and said Ho ho ho. I may be 'retired' now but I still look the same. For the most part this is a lot of fun, but if you read my essay The Truth about Santa Claus you will see that it is slightly embarassing. Since I avoid saying I am the big guy I am Psuedosanta."Invalid Item"