Santa and Mrs. Claus deserve a vacation. No elves. No reindeer. No Christmas. Just Las Vegas, baby.

Naturally, it goes sideways immediately.

Their hotel window has a perfect view of Christmasland — a new casino shaped like a giant Christmas tree, run by people who have never met a holiday they couldn't monetize. Santa is offended on a professional level. Mrs. Claus is offended on every other level.

But when Santa finds out exactly who's behind the whole tacky operation, "offended" doesn't quite cover it anymore.

Buckle up. Christmas is coming to Vegas — and it's not staying at the nice hotel.