"Hrmn. I'd like to think that wouldn't be the case, but much as I hate to admit it, I'm well out of my depth. Myth and magic and whatnot...I'd be decrying it all, if I weren't living it right now." Wily shakes his head. He can at least accept things on-sight, even if it's patently ridiculous to him.

A few more tightened screws, and the current truck is passed off to a passing yeti as he starts in on the next one, then he barks out a laugh. "Can't say I'd do that, either," he answers, then pauses. "...well, not so narrowly scoped. More that I would aim to do something with grander intentions on Christmas, rather than specifically aim just to ruin the holiday. There's very little to gain from that, beyond petty satisfaction! ...not that I'm not above that, but, I do try to keep to bigger goals."

That's almost total bullshit, but nobody knows him well enough here to call him on it. Save for maybe whatever weird kids believed him into existence...