Winter was always his favourite season.
The scorching summers always led to indigestion.
He would watch his thatched roof and his neighbourhood slowly get covered in the whitest of snow.
He would snuggle with his books under a blanket or step out when he was feeling brave, covered in several warm layers, no longer feeling ashamed of his large belly.
But his favourite part of winter was dressing up as Santa Claus.
Ho ho ho, he would holler, and go out into the night with his big red gunny bag.
No mean kids to make fun of my belly now, he would think.
They all loved Santa Claus.
And he loved all of them, as they ended up in his big red bag and then in his big old belly.