Kevin's birthday came and passed. Soon, the summer passed, and fall came. And with autumn came Halloween and Thanksgiving. Once Thanksgiving was over, the Christmas Season began, and the cold snowy winter came to Gotham City. Kevin was no stranger to the rain. As someone who grew up in Bellevue, he was used to the rain, and he saw snow several times. While the snow could be irritating sometimes, Kevin never let it overshadow his love for Christmas. He loved the songs on the radio, the Christmas specials, the holiday themed food and drinks. And Gotham sure was in a jolly spirit.

Kevin had just gotten out of church, and was ready to go to the coffee shop for breakfast. Suddenly, a flyer blew into Kevin's face. Kevin got out the piece of paper, and looked at it. Kevin decided to read it while eating breakfast. He ordered a peppermint mocha and some Gotham Hotcakes. Kevin sat in his usual chair. Unbeknownst to him, the same motorcycle dude that was there when Kevin and Barbara were having coffee was there again. He was secretly putting booze into his coffee. Kevin decided to ignore that. As he ate his breakfast, Kevin read the flyer that said, "SEARCHING FOR PEOPLE TO PLAY SANTA CLAUS IN GOTHAM. WE NEED SANTAS FOR MALLS, DEPARTMENT STORES, PARTIES AND EVENTS. ALL RACES AND GENDERS ARE WELCOME TO APPLY." Kevin was impressed by the flyer, and thought it looked like fun. He saw where the address was, and decided to go there.

Once Kevin was finished eating his hotcakes, he took his coffee with him, and the flyer, and walked to his car. Once he was in, he drove to the location the flyer described. He parked his car, and went inside a building. He saw there was a line with tons of people of many shapes and sizes. Every few seconds, someone would yell, "NEXT!" And the line shortened. Soon, it was Kevin's turn to apply. He was in a room with a guy in a Christmas sweater. "What's your name son?" he asked. "Kevin Beaumont sir," said Kevin. The guy looked at him and said, "Aren't you a little young to be Santa Claus?"

"Well I saw this flyer and thought it would be fun..." Kevin awkwardly said. Then the guy laughed. "I'm just messin' with ya kid," he said, "before I make up my mind, a few questions. Do you like Christmas?" Kevin smiled and said, "Are you kidding? I love Christmas!" The guy chuckled, "I like your Christmas spirit. What's your favorite Rankin/Bass Christmas Special out of curiosity?" Kevin thought for a moment, then he said, "I'd have to say Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer." The guy nodded and said, "Nice choice. How comfortable would you be, wearing the suit?"

"I wouldn't be uncomfortable," said Kevin, "in fact, I could get a fat suit." The guy nodded and asked, "Are you good with kids?" Kevin nodded and said, "Yeah. Back when I was living in Bellevue, I used to babysit the next door neighbor's young daughter. Sometimes we'd watch My Little Pony together." The guy in the chair was impressed. "One more thing," said the guy, "I want you to do the jolliest Santa Claus laugh you can muster up."

Kevin cleared his throat, he breathed in, and then did the best Santa Claus laugh he could muster up. The voice he thought of sounded like a cartoon version of Saint Nicholas, and almost sounded like Barney Rubble from The Flintstones. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Kevin said in his Santa Claus voice. The guy was blown away, his jaw dropped open. "Very impressive Mr. Beaumont," said the guy, "alright, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to have you be the Santa Claus at the Gotham Mall. We will provide the suit and hat, the fake beard and a white wig to hide your natural hair color, as long as you bring the fat suit. You'll be in one of those booths where you'll take pictures with children and they'll tell you what they want while sitting on your lap. This will go on from the first of December until Christmas Eve. And don't worry, we will pay you on Christmas Eve. Any questions?"

"No questions," said Kevin as he got excited, "but thank you so much!" He excitedly shook the man's hand, happy for this new opportunity.