Nicholas Bruner – författare

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, "e;offended"e; doesn't quite cover it anymore.Buckle up. Christmas is coming to Vegas — and it's not staying at the nice hotel.

Santa's got a Hawaiian shirt, a tropical vacation, and a wife who's very ready to join him for some well-earned down time..Too bad the Troll King is watching — from the comfort of his castle.In a move that surprises no one but himself, the Troll King makes his wife peer into a cauldron to observe Santa's fun — then spends the rest of his day getting lectured into the ground. With his marriage in freefall and his pride somewhere at the bottom of the cauldron, he does the only logical thing: declares war on Christmas.Now it's Santa vs. a vengeful troll, his scheming prince of a son, a gnome with strong yogurt opinions, and an ice queen who drives a very hard sleigh. The fate of Christmas hangs in the balance. So does Santa's dignity.Warning: the troll's lair has a serious flatulence problem. Do not light a match.