It is revealed that upon a misty night, Santa Clauses will abduct you, forcing yourself to toil away in indentured servitude, within his elaborate, grim Cidna Mines. Be wary, assign your children various bodyguards, lest you wish for your child to be chloroformed, projected into a havoc sack and whisked off into the mountains. Do not rely upon the trackers, or hunting expeditions, for the winter snow will clear away all discernible tracks, permanently obscuring the old fiends whereabouts. All that can be done, is to kneel in reverence before the venerable elder and safeguard your children and trove of treasure.