Synopsis:

Ian Melham despises Christmas with every fibre of his being, so it's fair to say becoming Santa Claus wasn't the highlight of his year.
And then he's taught the secret of time travel and things seem to be looking up, until an idiotic stunt rips a hole in the fabric of space and time, or something.

Hiring the founders of an Internet police force to guard the portal, Ian sets off to find out how to close it without anyone realizing it opened in the first place.
If only that annoying elf would leave him alone.
If only those security guards hadn't turned out to be spotty teenage nerds.
If only he didn't have to deliver presents to every child on earth that evening.