"An authoritarian peeping-tom who throws rocks at people if they don't play by his rules." Kuja crosses his arms, looking less-than-enthused. "Yes, I can see how one might want to aspire to that. Are you certain this 'Santa Claus' even exists? On Gaia, there was this old legend of a jolly old Qu with a sack that gave pudding and sausage and all manner of other peasant foodstuffs to children, and beat children who'd been naughty with a spoon. He wasn't actually real, it was just the parents dressed up with a fake tongue. Perhaps the situation is similar?"