At least with Santa, the worst that can happen if I'm bad is I don't get any presents. He's not threatening to lock me in a dungeon and torture me forever; not unless he wants to be a candidate for Operation Yewtree anyway. Plus I get another chance to redeem myself next year.
Not to mention that the only criterion for getting the presents is being nice. He doesn't care whether or not I believe in him. (Although many years ago when my little nephew Chris - about 12 at the time, now aged 23 and twice my height and build - realised he didn't believe in Santa anymore, I left him a note from Santa as I'd always done; but this time 'threatening' to send the elves round as proof of his existence. Luckily he's got my sense of humour so I knew he'd appreciate it.)
Not to mention that the only criterion for getting the presents is being nice. He doesn't care whether or not I believe in him. (Although many years ago when my little nephew Chris - about 12 at the time, now aged 23 and twice my height and build - realised he didn't believe in Santa anymore, I left him a note from Santa as I'd always done; but this time 'threatening' to send the elves round as proof of his existence. Luckily he's got my sense of humour so I knew he'd appreciate it.)
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'