There were certainly some cases where Klaus would be wary about a machine gaining some kind of sentience and free will. The refrigerator, for instance, or any of the other appliances, really. But Mom was... well, she was Mom, so her having her own opinions about things seemed right.

"Shoes, maybe, or a purse, but no, no clothes" He commented, almost idly before he was distracted by the question, and his brow furrowed, gnawing at the corner of a thumbnail as he tried to recall, finally concluding: "I think it was both? But it wasn't Santa, it was the elves. Diego recognized one of them from the news or a police blotter or something." He shook his head, a small, nearly-fond smile catching at the corner of his mouth for a moment, "And of course he didn't actually tell us anything just dove in and the rest of us had to act like we knew what was going on."

He didn't quite remember how it had turned out, all he remembered was that they'd thwarted whatever the guy had in mind and that was really all that mattered.