About this game
I watched Santa chug a beer until the foam dripped onto his fluffy white beard, then immediately stumble into a brothel while Rudolph's nose is somewhere off-screen probably filing a complaint with the union. That's the whole game, basically. A pixelated mess where jolly old Saint Nick decides consumerism and his "peevish wife" are too much, so he goes on a bender and ends up in a place with redheads and big boobs, which I guess is the North Pole's main export besides existential despair.
The arcade part is just you mashing keys to make Santa drink more beer before the bar closes while dodging what I assume are judgmental glances from elves. It's clunky. Deliberately unpolished, like they left the rough edges in to say "see? it's a parody." The brothel segment is where the hentai tags make sense. Santa, this old man with a sack full of questionable life choices, interacts with a redhead whose chest defies physics in ways that'd make Newton quit science entirely. There's a quest structure maybe? You do things, click things, and the reward is seeing Santa in situations that'll ensure you never look at Christmas cookies the same way again. I spent way too long trying to figure out if the reindeer outside the window were a gameplay mechanic or just set dressing. They just blink occasionally and judge you.
You know what's weird? The game calls itself a Christmas gift but it's basically a low-res descent into why the holidays are stressful. The humor lands sometimes, like when Santa's wife's dialogue pops up and it's pure vinegar. Other times you're just staring at a loop of pixel tits wondering if this was made in a weekend. There's no real ending, just Santa passing out or... you know, the other thing. The brothel scenes repeat a bit. But the redhead. Man, that character design is living rent-free in my head and I'm not sure it's paying its share. Merry whatever, I guess.