in strictly non-literal terms, odin is more likely to come rap-rapping on your chamber door than to show up at the mall and ask you to jump on his cock; reclaiming the old traditions from the blasted fucking christians, in context, requires you to be a little more observational in your recognition of the spirit of hermes. you're supposed to feel it, and know it when you do - and you can know your mind is playing tricks on you and still get something out of it. you don't have to take it all that seriously.
so, fuck santa, anyways.