Santa is a magical and cuddly man, not a fat, smelly slob. He must not smell of drink or body odor.

He must not smell of drink or body odor and his 'Ho! Ho! Ho!' must resonate deeply.

Santa is a magical and cuddly man, not a fat, smelly slob. I even saw a Santa last year wearing trainers (sneakers).

When he died he had the body of an 84-year-old man, but a spirit of an 11- or 12-year-old boy.

I've become a body of films, not a man, I am all those films.

A man who would fight externally and die for his family, although noble, has chosen the easy option. It is far more courageous for a man to fight inwardly and live for his family.