The Ho-ho ho is confused by Christmas . . . always thinks people are calling for her, wishing for her ampleness, willing to trade sweet chocolately confections for them. . . . Alas, they want only the jolly fat man in the red suit . . . and this is the time of year she becomes depressed and can’t help thinking, maybe it’d be for the best if she got a sex-change and donned that fuzzy red coat . . . after all, as a man, she can still be a Ho-ho ho.