The idea of Santa doesn't make sense to me

Santa does not exist.  The minister told us so.  And ministers never lie.

One December, when I was about 12-14, the sermon was that there was NO SANTA CLAUSE.  "Jesus is the reason for the season".  I was livid.  It is none of his f***ing business what parents teach their children.  The six year old sitting in front of me turned to his mother and said, "See, I told you so".  It was then that I realized that this A** Hole didn't no any more about God than I did.  His goal was to control your philosophy of life.  Come to think of it, not even the Pope knows any more about God than I do.  It's bronze-age folklore.

About six months later, my father stopped forcing me to go to church.  I have not stepped foot in a church (or synagogue) for religious purposes since.

Fifteen years later, my grandmother announced that Reverend ***** was visiting and she was going to have lunch with him.  I relayed the above story, which she told the Reverend.  He was taken aback that I was criticizing him for the sermon.  Apparently I was not alone.

Another thirty years later, I was at a wedding in the same church.  During the religious part of the ceremony, my mind drifted to that A** Hole minister.  I googled his name so I could write him an I-hope-you-rot-in-hell letter, but the SOB had died a month earlier.  Now, I know he is not rotting in hell but he is rotting in a New Jersey cemetery as I write this.

And to set the record straight, the concept of giving presents at the time of the winter solstice predates the birth of that human, Jesus, by at least 1000 years.

On the Mon Calamari home world holiday gifts are delivered by a giant stingray named Manta Claus.