After 200 years of faithfully delivering presents to children, Santa Claus is retiring. Tonight is his last ride on the old, bright red sleigh, a sad night that not even his legendary jolliness can overcome. As he soars over villages, towns and cities, delivering presents to all the boys and girls who had been good throughout the year, he reflected on the last 200 years. He was sad that it was actually ending. Now a new Santa would take the reins. Once found it would be the new Santa, and the Elves job to make sure next Christmas would come and go without a hitch, as it always did. Adverts are placed in every newspaper in the world, but only one person, (Travis McGee) applies for the job. Travis is a drunkard, workshy and thoroughly dishonourable; an individual who will stop at nothing to make money. He only applied for the job after a row with his long-suffering wife, Rosie, for no other reason other than to ingratiate himself back in her good books. Travis is a Scouser, Liverpool born and bred; not typical of the men in that city, he had only ever held one job in nearly thirty years of expert dodging. At 45 years of age, the thought of work made him shudder with horror; it gave him hives, uncontrollable shivers, twitching and cold sweats brought on by the stress. Yet here he sits across the table from three individuals telling him to his absolute disgust and terror, he is the new Santa Claus. He is trapped, forced to work with the Elves, who drive him mad with their antics and crazy way of thinking. Added to his misery is the fact the magic is fading. Within 10 years it will be gone along with the Elves, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, himself and the Village. It's a nightmare to find a solution, but working with the madcap Elves is almost impossible. Can it be done? It has to be, despite the Elves crazy, and at times chaotic logic, and idiotic ways that threaten to stop him at every turn. Ho, Ho, Ho or, oh my God, not again.