The real Christmas miracle is that someone actually wrote this script, someone else approved it, a budget was created, and cast and crews were assembled to make it happen. So... the script is about some ambiguous "American Indian" tale of a "handsome fellow" or something that is claimed to parallel the Santa mythos in some Yungian archetypal way (I'm not kidding). Put some seriously bad actors portraying a family where the father rings his glass at dinner to announce he's talking his wife on their first date in ten years. Look, I'm not making this up. But there are adorable golden retrievers. And they are totally cute and run full speed everywhere and get into adventures and get lost and one gets super sick and you really worry about him and they are so fuzzy oh my gosh. So... the dogs get 10/10, the almost unfathomably lame humans dropped the ball big time. The only ones that got it right were the ones filming the doggos.
