Waste of red food die, corn syrup, my money, and David Harbour, who was too good for this movie. He was as funny as he could be, and he had nothing new to work with. Still he tried to put his twist on it. It was a tired 'been there done that' black comedy with much overdone gore. Had its moments. Sure, after my Christmas letdown, a small sadistic place bubbled up inside me as the bad guy strangled Santa with Christmas lights. They tried a fresh woke meets Game Of Thrones angle with flashbacks to Santa's past life as a BA Viking. This movie reincarnated too many formulas from other movies for it to feel origional, organic and spontaneous. When you sit there naming every movie they phoned in gets ho ho hum pretty quickly.