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One of the greatest rewards I've experienced as an actor is getting to portray a character who possesses the traits that I don't have, but always wanted. And I think that's why so many a listers have joined the Marvel Universe. I had the opportunity to play a character who was everything I wasn't, but secretly wanted to be an all powerful, rich white guy. That's right. I got to be Santa Claus. It all started many Christmas Eves ago when I got a phone call from my friend John. John is a professional Santa, and he had several personal appearances to make that night when he was suddenly struck with kidney stones and couldn't go on. If he canceled, he would disappoint so many children. And he didn't want to do that. So he called me and he asked, will you do it? Will you save Christmas? And I said yes. I never played Santa before, but the moment I put on his costume and his boots and his beard and his wig, it all felt right. I went out that night and had the best time of my life. The children believed I was Santa Claus. Their eyes lit up the moment I entered the room. It was beautiful. Besides making a nice amount of money, I found a new calling. The next year, I purchased my own Santa Claus costume, contacted all the agents, and set out to work. I was an overnight hit. Yeah, there are a lot of guys with real white beards who look like Santa, but they don't really do anything. No, no. I treated this like a character. I did my research. Santa Claus comes from the North Pole. So I spoke in a mid Atlantic, northern European, North Pole baritone. Merry Christmas, my little snowflakes. Have you all been good little gingerbread boys and girls? I didn't do an appearance. I did a performance. I sang Christmas carols. I read the Night Before Christmas. I juggled Christmas tree ornaments. I even made candy canes out of balloons. I was a rock star. Now, I think it's important to bring up a very important fact. I am not a white man. I love the diversity we see in Santas. But to quote the agents who booked me, people want their Santas white like Jesus. I didn't argue with them. I didn't storm out of the room. Instead, I saw this as a challenge. I met with a makeup designer, and I learned how to turn myself into an old white man. It felt great. Within a few years, I went from being the Santa you should have at your party to the Santa you had to have. December of 2016 truly was the winter of our discontent. Donald Trump had won the election, and in a few weeks, he'd be sworn in as the 45th president. And I noticed a change in the air. At the parties I went to, people were less festive and more drunk. But I didn't let that affect me. I was there to bring the Christmas spirit. It was Christmas Eve, and I had several personal appearances to make that night. I had just finished the first home. It was at the house of a wealthy older woman. I had been there many times before. I was on my way out the door when, for the first time ever, she stopped me. I think you're wonderful. Well, I think you're wonderful, too. Good night. And I. I know how busy you must be, but I was wondering if you just take a couple of minutes to say Hi. To my neighbor's children. Well, I. I am very busy, but if you could call them and make this happen, we. We could quickly do this. She went out to make a phone call. Meanwhile, I am hoping that they're not available. I gotta get in my car and drive quite away. Immediately. The lady comes back. Okay, well, it's all set. My neighbors are waiting for you. Okay? So listen, just get in your car and follow me. When I said they're. They're. My neighbors are a little down the road. Okay? Oh, and one other thing is my neighbor's Kellyanne Conway. What? Kellyanne Conway. You know, I know her. Kellyanne Conway, Donald Trump's campaign manager. The woman who would go on to coin the phrase alternative facts, I would be entertaining at her house on Christmas Eve. No, absolutely not. That is where I draw the line. I will not go to that person's house. The things that she helped happen at this Donald Trump maga and the wall and the Muslim ban and the birtherism lies that he spread about Obama. She was pure evil, and I wanted nothing to do with her. That's what I wanted to say. But if I said that, I would be a hypocrite. The holidays are for anyone who wants to celebrate. I got in my car and I drove down that road to Kellyanne Conway's house. I started shaking. I could feel beads of sweat in my brow. How did this happen? What did I just get myself into? I can't believe this is happening. I pulled up in front of her house and I rang the doorbell. No answer. I rang it again. Still no answer. Finally, the lady said, bang on the window. And for the first time in my Santa career, I broke character. No. What's your problem? You're so nervous. Look, a guy in Colorado walked into a movie theater dressed as Batman and shot everyone. She is a very controversial person, and I don't want to make her worried, but at the same time, I'm a little concerned about my own safety. Okay? You know, Kaylie Ann told me that she's been getting death threats. No one deserves a death threat. At that moment, the door opened and out came Kellyanne Conway. Now, Kellyanne Conway looks like Kellyanne Conway. What you see on TV is what you get. She was wearing a beautiful red dress because the family was going to go to church that night. And fluffy pink slippers. And I love that about her. The lady was hugging her, congratulating her. And very soon, I was ushered into her house. This is the only communication I had with Kellyanne that night. And hopefully forever. Oh, this is wonderful. Children, children, Santa Claus is here. Say ho, ho. Ho. Ho, ho, ho. I was led into her living room to sit at a large chair. And there's her entire family around me. There's George Conway taking pictures, and there's her parents, and there are her beautiful children. And I start doing my Santa Claus act. And I know I'm doing it because my mouth is moving, but I have no idea what I'm saying because meanwhile, my mind is going a thousand miles an hour. How did this happen? How did I get myself into this? Oh, my God. And I am sweating more and more. I am sweated so much that the white face has completely washed off. I. I look like the Maharishi. I gotta get myself out of here.