Heavy Traffic- A Trucker's Short Story

Jacob was sound asleep in the bunk of his new Peterbilt truck; so new, in fact, he still wasn't sure where everything was except that new truck smell. He was snoring like a chain saw, knowing his weight was catching up to him; he was struggling with bouts of sleep apnea and other obvious symptoms of his weight and degree of fitness, and worst of all, his age. Hell, Jacob knew his level of fitness was about zero, so he promised himself he would do something about the problem. He would, because when he sets his mind on something, it's all but really done. But for quite some time, it's simply that he let go of the fact that he let himself go. But come on, he's coming up on seventy and still has to think of the kids. Jacob's been playing Santa for a few years now and he doesn't want to put that at risk. Because if there's anyone they want being Santa, it's Jacob Dunhill. He looks and sounds so much like Santa once he's done up in that red garb, and nobody knows the kids better. In fact, he spooks some people with how much he can tell about the children's, and their parents, real hopes for Christmas.