Santa, always keen to diversify the phantasmagorical features of his origins, finds himself offering another alternative depiction of North Pole life, which boldly suggests he will one day retire once his daughter finds a suitable mate, at which point he'll kick back and ball, in this cute and cuddly romantic comedy.
Many traditional components of Santa's existence are still disseminated, the casual legend of the magnanimous hombre who shares gifts and toys on Christmas Day.
Elves still adorn his workshop with diligent industrious intricate moxy, their resourceful knowhow having exhaustively expanded to crucially create electronic devices.
The reindeer are still a' flourishin' in a giant barn with tales to tell, Rudolph disappearing for most of the year before sleekly showing up on Christmas Eve.
Yet there's a time limit on Santa's tenure and his daughter has found a reliable substitute, who lives and breathes Christmas 24/7, and is humble and jolly and chill and self-sacrificing.
He doesn't know she's the daughter of the most gifted toymaker in the land however, and awkwardly stumbles into the folklore with eager surprise and determined shock.
Suddenly learning that he'll indeed become the heralded Claus oft referred to as Nicolas, he gingerly excels at lauded merrymaking, while his rival suitor fills him with dread.
Nonetheless, the film's kind and understanding and emphasizes training and trial and error, natural doubts and inherent discountenance audaciously blended with comprehensive resolve.
It's not something to master instantaneously it takes time and patience to learn, possessing a spirit which emanates mirth no doubt a prerequisite hearty in bloom.
Thus even Santa, like many mortals, one day found himself tasked with vision, and dug in deep and got 'er done after many mistakes initially squeezed him.
Fortunately, the zone was compassionate and exceedingly filled with chance and roll call.
As fair and encouraging as it was indefinite.
The Holiday Season.
Effervescently flumed.
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