This place is ridiculous and awesome. It's Christmas ALL. THE. TIME!
The staff wear kicky green vests over red shirts and are as happy as anyone you can think of who is obsessed with Christmas.
I have to say, in attempting to buy my dad an (inside joke related) Quebecois nutcracker, the staff had to bring out four boxes to find one without a defect -- peeling paint, broken flag, etc. -- so the quality of some of the items is less than Santa's-elf-worthy.
And contrary to what crankypants grinch Patrice below me (filtered French) says, they do not in fact sell fudge in the shape of the little lord Jesus and the Three Kings, etc.
I mean... that would just be absurd.