Ha! Very cute and sassy retort, Savannah.
My first memory is of mixing up Jesus with Santa Claus, in an odd way. I was about 2-3. We had a crucifix on the wall in our home, and sometimes I'd blow a kiss toward it and and say, "I love you, Aunt Cross". My mother corrected me and said, "That's Jesus, not Santa Claus" (thinking I was mispronouncing "Santa Claus" by saying "Aunt Cross"). But what I really thought was that Jesus was an "Aunt", because he had long hair, who was on a "Cross". Eventually I caught on to the Jesus/Santa Claus connection, having nothing to do with aunthood.