In addition to having one of the most awkward titles of any movie ever made, this movie had some really lame acting by two stars who should have been better — Ann Margaret and Alan Arkin. Ann Margaret in particular looked like she had been recently embalmed.

The plot was silly, of course. Jack Frost, tired of being a second-rate legendary figure, decides to become Santa. The only way to manage this is to get Scott (Santa Claus) Calvin to say he doesn't want to be Santa any more while holding the magic snow dome. Frost furthers his scheme by sabotaging the North Pole toy factory. When Frost becomes Santa, he turns the North Pole into a vast money-making resort. Scott realizes he wants to be Santa after all and hurries north to save the day.

OK, what did I expect, right? The first two movies were equally silly, but had some life. This one just didn't. I rated it a 5. I should probably mention that my wife and daughters, who attended with me, thought it was mildly amusing.