Mall Santa Scott Nails' on-the-job naps are endangering his work status, but his dreams about "elves" Anna Claire Clouds and Mikey Star make it worth it ... until they fuck custodian Van Wylde after mall-closing just to spite him. Nails gets in on the action anyway: Clouds is his girlfriend, after all. When Nails heads to the security office afterwards to delete the incriminating security footage, he gets caught, and fired. Merry Christmas.

When Nails' landlady Christy Canyon comes by the next morning to discuss his back rent situation ("Pay, or I'm evicting you"), she's appalled by the squalor but amenable to another form of payment, and when Nails' ex-wife Katrina Colt comes by to demand her back alimony, Canyon kneels behind the open door and keeps going. When they finish, Nails shoos Canyon out the back door and lets Colt in, and she has a proposition: Play Santa at my Christmas party and I'll pay you $500 — and apply it to your back alimony ... but Canyon didn't leave and heard everything, including the fact that Colt is now wealthy. 

Colt and her new husband Charles Dera prep for their Christmas party, unaware of two knit-cap-wearing would-be thieves (Tommy Pistol, Nathan Bronson) casing the house, sent by Canyon to loot the place. When Dera finds out that Colt hired Nails, her ex-husband, to be Santa at the party, he's livid, but Colt reassures him that she's totally over Nails—with anal.

In the pre-party hubbub, Canyon and the thieves sneak into the house as, upstairs, Nails persuades Clouds to help him relax before his Santa performance. When Canyon and her accomplices overpower Colt, Colt's screams spur Nails into heroically confronting the burglars and getting overpowered and tied up for his trouble, eventually leading to a who's-the-real-robber-here confrontation and an extended happy ending where Colt, Nails and Dera reconcile. 

This masterful mashup of several familiar Christmastime movies is a showcase for veteran performer Christy Canyon, whose acting and fucking abilities are on full display here. Tommy Pistol and Nathan Bronson lead the list of familiar faces cleverly included in the non-sex supporting cast. Matt Holder's cinematography is on point, particularly in the extensive night scenes, and director Ricky Greenwood brings it all together with a light comedic touch. Recommended. Emphatically.