Christmas horror movies to stream this holiday season

A decade before A Christmas Story, director Bob Clark made an altogether different kind of yuletide classic. Considered by many to be the first modern slasher film – predating Halloween by four years – Black Christmas is also one of the few Christmas-themed horror movies that doesn’t aim for ironic schlock-and-awe. It’s genuinely unnerving, even if the simple plot – a group of college girls stuck at a sorority house over winter break are terrorised by an unseen killer – has been diluted by decades of endless copycats.

An imaginative – and frankly, pretty insane – take on the ‘evil Santa’ trope, this Finnish flick posits that the real St Nick is actually a feral, carnivorous beast who feeds off the world’s naughtiness. It’s best not to go into more detail, lest we spoil the fun, but suffice to say it’s one hell of a fun ride, blending audacious scares with a streak of wide-eyed wonder out of an ’80s Amblin production. 

Trash cinema aficionados are familiar with the sequel thanks to the ‘Garbage Day!’ meme, but the overshadowed original is a relatively effective bit of slasher schlock from the video nasty era. It’s not the first movie about a killer Santa Claus, but it squeezes the most value from that premise. After watching his parents get hacked to death by a guy dressed as St Nick, an abused orphan named Billy grows into a Kris Kringle-themed axe-murderer himself. Silent Night, Deadly Night 2 somehow managed to take the idea somewhere beyond over-the-top, but the initial entry is much scarier, at least in the scream-then-laugh, ’80s teen sleepover kind of way.

Not for the faint of heart, the weak of stomach or the highfalutin of mind, Damien Leone’s cult slasher series hit its peak, commercially and gore-wise, with its third instalment. Set around Christmastime, it revives Art the Clown, the franchise’s jaunty, silent killer, and naturally places him in a festive Santa outfit as he distributes chainsaw enemas, force-feeds a victim live rats and blows up a department store full of kids. We told you it’s fucked. But if you’re the kind of extreme horror fiend who likes your movies sick, twisted and oddly playful, it’s the gift that’ll keep you retching for seasons to come.

One of the quintessential Christmas-Halloween crossover movies, Joe Dante’s subversive creature feature isn’t ‘adult scary’ but it’s also not as kid-friendly as the lax standards of the 1980s had us believe. In sleepy Kingston Falls, a father gifts his son a strange, adorable little critter he discovers in a shady antique store, which comes with three simple but serious instructions: no light, no water and absolutely no food after midnight. Of course, the kid immediately violates those rules, with disastrous results for his hometown. It’s grislier than you remember – but just as crazy fun. 

In this twisty, darkly comic indie horror flick, a babysitter (Olivia DeJonge) must defend herself and the pre-teen boy she’s in charge of watching against a Christmastime home invasion. It’s something like Funny Games meets Home Alone, and at one point answers the question every ’90s kid has once asked themselves: what if Kevin McAllister’s attacks on the Wet Bandits were physiologically accurate?

Gleefully, goofily and knowingly dumb, this yuletide slasher plays more like a send-up of the Santasploitation flicks that became a subgenre in the years after Black Christmas, but its self-awareness elevates it above a lot of the movies it satirises. As in 1984’s Silent Night, Deadly Night, a childhood trauma leaves a young man with a Christmas fetish that builds into an eventual killing spree against the world’s naughty contingent.  

Are you the person at the middle of the Venn diagram who equally enjoys zombie movies, Christmas comedies and musicals? Well, then this is the movie for you! The world is overrun by shambling brain-eaters during the Christmas season, really screwing up one young British woman’s (Ella Hunt) holiday plans. She and a group of survivors must fight off the horde of undead to make it back to their families – and they decide to sing about as well. It’s not for everyone, obviously, but if you are one of the people it’s made for, it’s a total hoot.

Somehow, this B-movie throwback starring Santa’s vengeful European cousin managed to rope in Adam Scott and Toni Collette, and the casting alone elevates the movie from fun, frivolous trifle to something far better than it should be. That doesn’t mean it’s not very silly, of course. After all, it’s still a movie about a demon wreaking havoc on a wealthy American family that’s lost its Christmas spirit. But it’s a movie that knows exactly what it’s supposed to be, and doesn’t short change any aspect.

Mashing up Misery and Twilight, this darkly satirical meta send-up of the supernatural romance genre makes good on its title, splattering crimson all over its wintry setting. A struggling paperback novelist decides to spend the holidays alone in her late mother’s isolated Lake Tahoe cabin in order to get her mojo back, when who should turn up at her door but a handsome bloodsucker named Luke. What happens from there is an effective skewering of multiple genres that doesn’t hold back on the arterial spray. 

Silent Night, Deadly Night meets M3GAN? Sure, why not? In this Shudder original, a life-size robot Santa toy malfunctions and goes on a killing spree, targeting families, canoodling college kids and record store clerks alike. Shot on 16mm, it looks convincingly like a midnight movie you’d stumble across on cable in the 1980s, and plays like one, too. What more could you ask for? That the cyborg St Nick shoot green lasers from its eyes? Say no more!

In need of a full-body mirth-and-merriment extraction? This unremittingly bleak psychological nightmare should do the trick. Riley Keough is the lone survivor of her father’s suicide cult, while her fiancé (Richard Armitage) is a single dad whose ex-wife also killed herself. A match made in heaven, right? In an effort to forge a bond with his skeptical children, the couple decide they will all spend Christmas together in an isolated cabin, which is always a great idea. What follows is a descent into pseudo-religious mania that’s the exact opposite of an ode to joy.

A kind of peppermint-scented twist on the Halloween-themed anthology film Trick r’ Treat, this plainly-named compilation of Tales from the Crypt-style horror shorts has William Shatner as a cantankerous radio DJ whose interludes link the stories. It’s not nearly as good as the aforementioned Trick r’ Treat but has its moments, notably a climactic finale pitting a mall Santa against the wintry demon Krampus.

Yet another entry in the ‘guy dressed as Santa Claus hacks people to death’ genre, this one at least has a little more on its mind than just sheer gore. Written and directed by Night of the Living Dead co-writer John Russo, the premise and patina of exploitation are used to explore obsessive fandom, particularly as faced by the so-called ‘scream queens’ of B-movie horror.

In this French-language Shudder original, a paraplegic woman receives an antique advent calendar as a gift and soon discovers it holds secrets much worse than dusty, tooth-chipping chocolates. As Christmasy horror flicks go, it’s a bit serious-minded, for better or worse. But while its scares are familiar, they’re well-executed. 

Shelley Winters stars in this delightfully trashy flip on Hansel and Gretel, playing the titular spinster who throws a lavish Christmas party every year as a means of luring unsuspecting orphans into her home. If you go in expecting actual frights, well, you’ll be disappointed. But who would expect anything other than a campy romp from a movie called Whoever Slew Auntie Roo?

Similar to Krampus and Rare Exports, this Dutch production takes some old-world myths about the Big Gift Giver and twists them to wicked ends. In this take, jolly old Sinterklaas is actually an evil spirit who spends Christmas claiming souls. It’s the lesser of the films in the sub-subgenre of ‘no, the real Santa is evil, actually’, but it still manages decent scares and a few laughs.

Don’t you hate when an uninvited guest shows up to the holidays and instigates an argument over a hot-button issue like, say, abortion? In this nasty Australian slasher, scream-queen Dee Wallace is the matriarch of a family with a buried secret that comes home to roost – and shoot, hack, strangle and puree. The movie takes no clear political stance, using the right-to-life debate as a provocation more than anything… although a film filled with disembowelings, an umbrella stabbing and death-by-blender certainly doesn’t come across as ‘pro-life’.  

Applying the Child’s Play formula to a piece of pastry, in this campy slice of schlock that somehow turned into a franchise, the soul of a serial killer gets literally baked into a gingerbread cookie. It’s dumb, sure, but that’s the point. The movie’s secret ingredient? Gary Busey, perfectly cast as the titular scowling, knife-wielding treat. 

It’s the heel turn of the millennium! Pro-wrestler Bill Goldberg is St Nick, but he’s far from jolly. After centuries of playing nice, Santa is reverting back to his true self – a murderous death demon – and everyone is on his naughty list. Brett Ratner produced this goofy horror-comedy, but any movie that features Fran Drescher, Rebecca Gayheart, Chris Kattan and, for some reason, James Caan getting Santa-slayed in the opening minutes can’t be all bad.