Since a substantial portion of the male Mudcat population, myself included, bear superficial resemblances to Santa Claus (white hair, white beards, somewhat overweight), we absolutely reject the idea of anything 'Anti-Santa Claus'.

As a non-Christian bah-humbugger from a disfunctional family, the Christmas season doesn't do a hell of a lot for me. About the only joy I get from the season is when some child mistakes me for Mr. Claus. It's such a pleasure to see the joy in his eyes turn into shear terror when he realizes his mistake and runs screaming in the opposite direction.

It's a hell of a lot more fun than murdering songbirds.