Why anyone decided to throw Hollywood actually-see-it-in-a-theater money at a made-for-the-Family Channel movie like this is beyond me. Basically, Santa has an older brother who hates him and is a huge slack-ass, but of course when the chips are down he rises to the cliché and saves Christmas. And even though Santa's assistant looks like this...

...he's not doing it, even in part, because he's in love with her and/or wants to impress his way into her pants. Hell, I'd save two Christmases and a Ramadan for a chance to lick some holiday frosting off of that. At any rate, this flick is way too long, and in one part they use the worst Christmas song of all time ("Christmas Wrapping") by one of the worst bands in history (the Waitresses), but every once in a while it deteriorates into complete slapstick violence and those parts are reasonably funny. On the puke-o-meter it topped off at just under two liters, well within the normal range for an Xmas movie. If you need a sense of how that translates into real numbers, waking up next to the lead singer of the Waitresses has a puke-o-meter rating of about six gallons. Seven if you ate her out first.