Is there anything more magical, more Christmas-y, than Santa Claus hopping from rooftop to rooftop in the beautiful Parisian night, the Eiffel Tower lighting the sky as the jolly old man enters an apartment and… robs it?
Santa Claus (the film that is, not the man) is not your usual Christmas film. Sure, it’s filled with decorated trees, paper wrapped gifts, snow and that good old Christmas spirit, but the plot is neither about saving Christmas, proving Santa Claus exists, making two people fall in love, or saving Christmas by proving Santa Claus exists so that two people can fall in love.
Here, the titular Santa is actually a regular man who found the best trick there is: disguising himself as a bearer of gifts, entering people’s apartments he knows are empty on Christmas Eve, and stealing some precious jewels he can easily hide in his basket.
Fresh out of prison, the thief (who is never named) is actually working for a gang he owes a debt to, but hopes this will be paid once the night is over. Everything might not go exactly as planned, however, once he lands on the balcony of Antoine, a clingy child who wholeheartedly believes that the man facing him is the real Santa Claus. The kid is determined to follow him around, and the fake Santa quickly discovers how useful a small and agile child can be when it comes to breaking and entering.