Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper is apparently experiencing his own Christmas miracle as his body evolves into the unmistakable shape of Santa Claus.
His increasing girth cannot have anything to do with the keeper’s intake of rich food and drink, and so he is led to the undeniable conclusion that his early experience of acting in Santa roles for purposes of Christmas stories for city editor Glen Miller has somehow metastasized and the keeper will automatically become Santa this time of year whether he wants to or not.
So be it! He plans to go with the flow, and he will try to get Phyllis to sit on his knee and tell him she has been a good little girl and that those are her stockings hanging by the fireplace.
The real Christmas miracle for the keeper and for everyone else, of course, is simply being around to participate.
“He had a broad face and a little round belly
“That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.”