When I was a kid, my parents tried to take me to visit a mall Santa Clause. You know, get my picture taken. Oh hell no. Even at age five, I knew there was something wrong with an obese, white dude with a beard who knew when I was sleeping wanting to take a picture with me. I screamed and cried and refused to be anywhere near the mall Claus. I was happy to know my parents got me gifts (and stored them in the closet, thanks guys!)
I still find him creepy. Except for the modern Miracle on 34th street movie Claus who is decidedly not creepy (it's Richard Attenborough, for crying outloud).