We know that he brings presents to all the girls and boys, lives at the north pole and brings happiness and festive cheer to people all over the world.
He is also perpetually joyful. He is always smiling and laughing and bringing cheer to others. But, when you think about it, he doesn't really have a lot to be happy about himself.
He lives in isolation in one of the most remote regions known to man, with only the company of elves and reindeer. His home is in one of the coldest places on earth, a place that a lot of the time is in almost perpetual darkness. Even his very existence is doubted by most people.
He works hard 364 days a year to provide all of the deserving children of the world with toys and gifts, and on the remaining day he has to bend the laws of time and space just to do his job.
On top of all of this, he has to pore over the naughty and nice list to decide who deserves to be delivered to and who doesn't. He is the judge and the jury, and has to live with the weight of the tears of all of the poor children who only get coal in their stocking.
Even the good part of his job, delivering presents to the good children, he only gets to do on one day of the year, and he doesn't even get to experience their joy and gratitude up close.
So how can he keep smiling for the rest of the time? When December 26th comes around, how does he keep on going knowing how much time is ahead of him before he gets to be happy again?
What is the secret to Santa's happiness?