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isn't that what the transvestite is? Doesn't the TV also rebel against the restrictions of his emotions imposed upon him as a man? Doesn't the TV want to be gentle, loving, kind. Doesn't the TV love women, love beauty? The clothes are only symbolic. Because I carry within my heart the Spirit of Christmas I have lived many many years. You may tell the world, Barbara, that Santa Claus is a transvestite. In another day, yet to come, perhaps I will wear men's clothes if those clothes are compatable with what I am, but today I wear dresses because femininity is synonomous with all that is beautiful in the world we live in. And perhaps the TV's of the world are leading the way in express- ing more beauty in the soul of the male."

"And I love him just as he is, "said the lovely Mrs. Claus, "because he represents all of a man's personality, not just the limited, so-called masculine part that society permits, presently, a man to express.

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The rest of the visit is rather hazy in my mind. I know that saw the famous workshops where the dwarfs...all in dresses..were busy. I know we met Rudolph and saw the sleigh. I know we gave Santa the Falsie Jelly that Virginia had invented, because of his many requests for it from TV's around the world. I remember ask- ing Santa how he accounted for the way he looked in his popular pictures. "Eo, that's easy! That long white beard is really a phony. Keeps my face warm. And as for that fat figure..why Christmas rive is the only night in the year that Mrs. Cleus lets me take my cornet off! And I clearly remember Santa giving me the doll.

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"Did you ever have a doll, Barbara, when you were a little boy?" he asked.

"No, darn it, and I asked you for one every year, too!"

"Then please, let me give you one now. It's a very special And he gave me a beautiful teen age doll with long blonde hair and a darling little figure.

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After our reluctant farewells, I was holding that doll in my arms in the plane all the way back. As John and I were discussing our amazing adventure, the doll's hair suddenly came off in my hands. Looking down, I saw that it was a wig, and under the blonde