Oh my. Well this is a bit embarassing.
Back in my middle years, I realized I was putting on quite a lot of weight. I couldn’t squeeze up and scale the chimneys the way I used to back when I was young!
So I had the elves conjure me up some rocket boots. I came up with that idea in the late 40’s back when rocket technology was very hip.
The only thing is that they needed to be activated via remote button. I was always looing that button! Once I accidentally dropped it down someone’s stocking… let me tell you that was a bad year indeed.
The elves wanted to stick the button someplace concealed so it wouldn’t fall off. They sewed it in my collar. I spilt milk and cookies on it. They put it in my sleeve. I got it covered in soot.
Finally…. they just put it in my nose.
And now you know.