There’s always a world of hurt to heal on holiday screens. This off-the-shelf Christmas comedy, released two weeks before Thanksgiving, serves three boys with issues. One is an orphan (Bobb’e J. Thompson). Another never got over not getting a Superman cape from Santa. And the title character (Vince Vaughn) got a little brother who grew up to become Santa. The prologue to “Fred Claus” is indeed darling. It’s all about the birth of Nicholas Claus. As a tyke, ‘lil Nick creates the customs of Christmas with no Christ in sight. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?” asks mom (Kathy Bates). After grown-up Nicholas is sainted, his parents, big brother and wife (Miranda Richardson) all get eternal life. Fred is now a repo man in Chicago who wants to open an off-track-betting parlor across the street from the Chicago Mercantile Exchange. His brother Nicholas (Paul Giamatti) fends off efficiency expert Clyde Northcutt (Kevin Spacey). As with every Santa film, the plot hinges on the delivery deadline. Although Vaughn’s motormouth is a treat, director David Dobkin falls short of their previous collaboration, “Wedding Crashers.” Writer Dan Fogelman’s best touch is putting Frank Stallone, Roger Clinton and Stephen Baldwin to good use at a Siblings Anonymous meeting. Yuletide tunes are courtesy of Elvis Presley, The Singing Dogs, Doris Day, Dean Martin, Sinead O’Connor and Ludacris, who croons “Ludacrismas” and plays a DJ (“I’m from the South Side of the North Pole.”) With Rachel Weisz, Elizabeth Banks, John Michael Higgins and thirty-two little people from a Russian circus troupe as the inevitable elves. 108m. (Bill Stamets)