Jenkins is burnt out. Stuck in a dead-end job as a seasonal mall Santa, he spends his nights binge-watching Die Hard and eating expired candy canes while contemplating the absurdity of Christmas consumerism. His life changes when he meets Nick Kringle, a brash, silver-haired man who claims to be the Santa Claus, a centuries-old immortal rebel who’s sick of the corporate takeover of his holiday.
Nick pulls Randy into a secret underground club where people dress as Santa Claus to vent their frustrations—through bare-knuckle brawling and anti-consumerist mischief. The group, known as “Santa Club,” doesn’t just fight; they orchestrate wild, anarchic pranks like filling entire malls with live reindeer, hijacking TV airwaves with ominous Elf porn, and swapping gift cards for Point-of-Sale malware.
At first, Randy is exhilarated. For the first time in his life, he feels alive—sporting a black eye and a crooked Santa hat as a badge of honor. But as Santa Club’s antics spiral out of control, Nick reveals an even more radical plan: to “liberate” the North Pole from corporate interests by declaring war on Christmas itself.
Randy begins to question Nick’s motives. Is Nick really Santa, or just a dangerously delusional maniac with a magical sack of tricks? Worse, Randy realizes he might be more involved in Nick’s twisted plans than he thought—like, way more involved. Wink, wink.
As the holiday chaos escalates, Randy must confront his own identity, unravel Nick’s true nature, and decide whether Christmas is worth saving—or if it’s time to let the jolly fat man burn.
