of course I would
You see, the idea of manufacturing and bringing presents to children all over the world on a certain day of the year was an idea we came up with together. You wouldn't know it though because it's not common knowledge. Claus wiped me out of the records.
He ran the books, I led the men. Worked real well for a while. Then Claus decided to start hiring elves. "Cheaper labor", he said. "Goddamn terrorists", I said. One day, he turned my men against me. He paid six of them off to restrain me while he put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger.
How did I survive a gunshot to the head, you ask? Well, a stubborn enough person can survive just about anything. Rage is a hell of an anesthetic.
For decades now I've been trying to track him down so I can kill the bastard. We manaketes live for thousands of years, so I can afford to be very patient, wait for him to slip up, take time to obscure my identity. Asshole's getting fat, old, and cocky, if what little information there is out there about him is true. Bastard probably doesn't even know that I'm not dead.
So when a letter arrives giving me his exact location? You can bet your goddamn ass that bastard Claus is getting torched.