Prompt: "Santa Gilgamesh. Either conned into the role by Arthur, dispensing gifts to the Kindergarten, or just gloating over past Santas." — Exstarsis
There was a table in the Chaldean cafeteria that was specifically devoted to Santas. It had been made after the wrestling matches, where they all gifted their power to Bradamante and saved Christmas again. Quetzalcoatl forced them all to start sitting together for dinner and, eventually, enough of a camaraderie was formed that they grew fairly close. Even as Nightingale and Karna joined the table, all that meant was that the bond grew more connections and deeper.
But this Christmas... the Santas were less than pleased to discover who donned the mantle this year.
"So I am supposed to decide who is worthy of my boon? Where is Enkidu? I will gift every present to them."
"No, that's not how it works," the small Jeanne said, frowning. "You have a list of people who are naughty and nice. The people who are nice get gifts."
"Aha. I understand." Gilgamesh nodded, his hyperbolically-long white beard flying all about with the motion. "Ishtar! Where is that useless goddess? She will get an extra-special gift this year... fuahahaha!"
Karna sighed. Every single Santa eventually came to the realization that their understanding of Christmas was... untraditional, but the spirit of the holiday still infused their every action.
This Santa will need some training...
He had a boxing ring to set up.