Christmas is a magical time, especially for children. I think as adults we owe it to the tots to make it special, wonderful, sparkly and sweet.
This is why I tell my kids that if they’re good, Great Cthulhu will bring them presents. If they’re bad, Great Cthulhu will eat them. After eating the cats. And their parents, who will die long, horrible, agonizing deaths, screaming in pain while they watch. All because of their misbehavior.
No, I have no plans to pay for their therapy. They can sue us.