Whether he accepts it or not, the reality is staring him in the face...with a big snowy beard and a sack full of presents. He pauses, a cookie halfway into his mouth, and turns to beam joyously at the kid who just appeared.

"Well, well! Dean Winchester! I should have known you would hear me, ho ho ho!" He slings his sack off of his shoulder. Might as well get to work. He piles candy into Angel's stocking, luxurious bath items and chocolate into Mary's, and ammunition into Dean's. He cares.

"Since you're here, would you like to choose your present?"