You're the man mister. Merry Christmas to you too dude. Listen, it's more to do with the smell of pine resin in your living room and the magic of a troll in red landing on the roof in a sleigh with presents for you, and the willing suspension of disbelief as to his real identity. Continuing to pay lipservice to Santa Claus's existence after you were 10 was the first opportunity we got, as future gay hotties, to do some cool role playing.