Satan tried this once. Jesus however had already gone on an extended tour of duty with the Phoenecian Naval Star Fleet and came back a bloke that could hold his own. Quite a party if you are actually a Cyrillic poet striving for the viel of respectablity in the abbey normal world.
Satan went back to the cat's litter box, better known as the Desert of Assyria. He now fixes toilets for less money than Joe the Plumber rakes INN.
The real question kiddos is if Thor and Tabitha Queen VisiGoth had a drinking contest where are they now? Are they wired for song? Sorry, I am not a totalitarian when it comes to stamping out the old fireside stories.
Be happy if your Jesus is not actually King of Welsh Gaels, the welsh are crazy and mean to you for no apparant reason other than keeping the weather from drying the heather in Sligo. And remember to put out a cup of hot tea with milk and honey tommorrow night with the cookies, Santa is not a total myth either. Cheers!