Lovely story. Nick is a man who was abandoned by his family ten years ago, a man who hates himself for being gay and hates other gay guys; a man who throws away love when he sees it because he doesn't let himself be and feel; a man who doesn't trust people because past deceptions made him terminally cynical; a man who takes refuge in materialistic rewards because he probably thinks it's safe, safer than people. A man who is angry, hurtful, cold, and half the time he does not even analyse why. 
 One day, Nick realises that his life is really going nowhere (Seriously? It took him long enough). For too many years he has been unhappy, unfulfilled in spite of his wealth and professional success. But instead of fixing what's wrong, making the necessary changes to his life, he decides to end it all. He plans to do it that Christmas day, which marks the ten-year anniversary of the day he was kicked out by his family. (Kicked out on Christmas day? "Familles, je vous hais.") 
 Then on Christmas eve, against his better judgement, he gives a lift to Kit, a young art student dressed as an elf, and who is going home for a nice family Christmas. Kit is cute, enthusiastic, optimistic, kind-hearted, and comes from a close-knit family. As Nick slowly drives through the icy night, little by little his heart melts under Kit's good naturedness and warmth. And comes Christmas day, Nick finds not an end, but a new beginning. 
 I've always been fascinated by how differently people react to pressure and hardship. Some get stronger while others break. Nick was one of those fragile people who get fixated on something for years and never move on; it poisons their life but they don't know how to let go. Eventually, unless something, someone, someday, gives them the push to let go and move on, the only way they know to end the pain is to "end it all". I'm happy Nick met the elf who made his Christmas Miracle happen.