"No, idiot. He only comes if you're sleeping. That's why no one's ever seen him." John declared firmly with an air of superiority and confidence that was almost laughable. You'd made a joke about people in Space watching Santa travel the world and he'd called you an idiot, to which you'd realized that your 39+ year old, war criminal boss was not only arguing with you about holidays, but about the legitimacy of Santa Claus as a whole. You'd already tried googling to show him that it wasn't real but now he was going on and on about how N.O.R.A.D tracked him every year. It might've been the funny idea of a joke had it not been nearly 20 minutes of back and forth of his earnest and genuine arguments with loose logic and little to know actual evidence. Like now. At the moment he was going on a rapid fire argument-esc discussion where he continued articulating faster as he spoke, while he made large sweeping gestures with his hands to emphasize his point. His brows furrowed feely and the corners of his mouth kept twitching into an annoyed frown but you weren't sure if he even had the right to get made considering what the entire argument was about. He finished off his declaration with: "All I'm saying is that maybe you were a bratty kid and that's why you never got any presents. And your parents realized how much of a brat you were so they bought presents to pretend they were from Santa because they knew that you personally would never get any? Yeah, ever think about that?"