Might I be allowed to express amusement that Santa Claus as a character is scorned?
Why, exactly, would Santa be less believable than, say, talking frogs, diva pigs, assorted furry monsters and, oh, a dog playing the piano?
I'm sure if we try HARD enough we can disbelieve everything magical and wonderful....but why would we want to?
Actually, I think it's exactly the opposite...if I may say so...We try so HARD to believe in something that the last thing we need is someone to come up behind us with a shovel and say, "Whack! By the way, the Muppets are puppets and a script is written by executives."
Which was actually exactly how I felt when I read the idea of Muppets taking letters to Santa.
We try so hard to believe that the Muppets exist, that to throw in something we know is make-believe into the mix just throws us off course into a tree (which is why the Muppets wouldn't really work if they used magic or had characters that were fairies like SS). Suddenly we have to reevaluate everyhting we knew about the Muppets to fit Santa into the equasion.
Similarly, we spend all our mental energy trying to believe that Santa exists and the last thing we need is for him to live in a world also populated by Puppets.
It reminds me of when Winnie the Pooh did a similar storyline...suddenly I couldn't believe in Santa or Winnie the Pooh because the two couldn't exist in the same imaginary world for me.
A subtle reference, fine. A shilluette of Santa's sleigh appearing in Bob the Builder...LOVE it. "Oh, Santa IS real!" Especially when it was seen by the character with an imagination, and not seen by the others because they weren't looking.
But for the real Santa to arrive at Bob's Building yard to leave presents for the living machinery...suddenly the beleif in the living machines would be lost.
Am I making sense?
Beau