Pete is a mall Santa. He's been a mall Santa for five years now, and you'd assume Pete must be the poster child for Christmas and everything related. Spoiler alert: he's not. Pete hates Christmas. But being a mall Santa pulls in some serious cash-like, really good money. And it was all sunshine and glitter for the first two years until... Until Vegas fucking Theerapanyakun. The Santa sensation with an ego as big as his stupid fake belly, -a guy who's been jingling Pete's bells for the past three years. Pete's about to discover that even in the North Pole, there's room for another war. This year, oh, this year, Pete is more than ready to kick that annoying wide shoulder guy out of his mall. And yeah, get the money back. But of course, nothing will happen the way it's supposed to.