Kris had been sitting on the park bench, his mind a mess as he tried to make sense of things, trying to find the path back to his purpose when his mind had a moment of clarity. He saw what he had to do, what he had to become. All in the name of saving HIS world, and the amazing wonder of Christmas for THIS world. 

His eyes narrowed as his mind locked in.. His grin grew wider and any normal passerby would question his sanity as this older rotund gentleman sat dressed as Santa in the park and stared at nothing with a growing grin clearly looked unstable for a moment. 

He stood up and looked around cautiously. He did so try to keep his magic use to a minimum while in this world, and especially from the prying eyes of those who would not understand. He grinned again as he confirmed for himself he was alone and clear. He closed his eyes and stretched out his arms and hands as the wind started to blow through the trees. The air getting colder and colder as it swirled around him and over his round full figure, the dust and leaves slowly somehow shifting into snowflakes as Kris began to change. His large round gut slowly sank away into his figure as his skin seemed to age backwards a bit and his clothing changed before his eyes. 

That jolly grin still on his face, his cheeks red rosiness slowly fading as his once red and white unmistakable costume was replaced with black dress slacks and shiny black dress shoes. A lavender button up shirt underneath a suede/velvet dark red jacket which sat under a deep purple knee length trench coat of sorts. He smiled at his new figure and attire now as the air died down and the temperature returned to normal. The ground still faintly littered with a light layer of snow which was quickly melting despite the chilly morning. He stood a moment and looked around again before admiring himself once more. This was a figure that would fit in more accordingly on these streets he thought. After all, appearances are the first step to establishing yourself, and Kris needed to establish himself to continue his mission. 

He knew that now he had a chance. He smirked and stroked his newly shaped yet still white beard with his now black gloved hand. He said to himself as he walked off toward the business district of Chicago. Eager to get things rolling and setting up his new shop..