I don't remember what age I was but I want to say around 5 or 6. It was Christmas time. The local fire station would have one of the firefighters dress up like Santa Claus and ride on top of the fire engine while they rode around the neighborhood and handed out presents to the kids. And I remember standing at the window watching them come around but being really sad that I couldn't go outside and sit on Santa's lap.
And that's how I grew up hating Santa and all he stood for and once I got my super villian powers I knew it was time to head right for the North Pole and show fatboy the power of my wrath. Bwahahahaha!!!!!
Okay, that last part is totally made up...
I only use my supervillan powers for good. And me and Santa... we're tight.
(I hope this cheered you up, FB. Everyone else here's gonna think I'm nuts after this)