Santa Claus, PhD, PA
Rod Moser and Santa -separated at birth?
"Sanatizing" (the process of turning into Santa) was not a quick process. In the 70's, I grew a mustache and had long (brown) hair, fitting in well with the ex-hippies of Marin Country, CA. Because I was in my early twenties when I started seeing patients, nearly all of my internal medicine clientèle was older. The mustache made me feel and look older. Before long, I started to get a little gray; salt and pepper like. This helped me look even more mature. An older, more mature-looking medical provider presents an aura of wisdom and experience. I decided to grow a beard, not something that I could have accomplished in my twenties. Less than ten years later, after a few kids, the hair was all gray, and the belly increased in size do to my work-related inactivity (and lunches provided by the pharmaceutical companies).
Before I hit the big five-zero (six years ago), my hair turned all white, making me look like I was the big six-zero. Everyone assumes that I was older than my wife. To set the record straight, she is five years older than me. I remind her of that fact constantly. Along with my snow-white hair, came some additional maldistributed belly weight. I had become Santa.
Link