"Just like the rest," the official sighed. "OK, what's your excuse?"
"Redundancy. My work is seasonal, one day a year."
"Seasonal? That's just shirking. You need a proper job to qualify for benefits." Twenty minutes later, the old man had been offered work as a checkout operator, dog-walking or refuse-collecting. Dismayed, he shook his head each time. He left empty-handed.
Each year was the same. Tomorrow, he'd be back in his red fur-lined cloak, begging on the street and pretending he wasn't really Santa Claus.