Little Harry believes in Santa Claus. So much so, that when he sees his mother and Santa having sex, he becomes traumatized. Thirty years later, Harry works for a toy company, keeps lists of good children and bad children, and dresses up as Santa Claus. This year, Harry snaps under the weight of all the people trying to ruin Christmas, so he starts killing people while not only dressed as Santa, but also driving around in a van with a sleigh painted on its side, and still delivering presents to good children.

From the very start, this film is just bad. The acting is bad, the production value is equally as bad, and the supposed plot is laughable. Except you can't laugh at a movie this bad. The only thing that could have saved this movie would have been to either increase the amount of ridiculous ideas, or actually have Santa be a complete maniac and greatly increase the gore.

Unfortunately, this movie does neither, and I would recommend that you don't waste time watching it.