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He had the white hair and beard, the twinkle in his eye and the cold night air at fifteen hundred feet gave him rosy cheeks, but he wasn’t willing to get fat for this job or any other. He smiled as he looked at the flight suit he had on. Forty years later and it still fit. The red suit only came out on the night of nights, which wasn’t tonight. With the November dry run, he was jolly ol’ John Trafalgar and not Santa Claus. …