I remember when Sundays were the “calm before the storm”, the fall-asleep-on-the-couch time, or as the Bangles say, “My fun day, my I-don’t-have-to-run day.”

But for me, Sunday was 6-flights to places that were ridiculously cold. Pioneer cold (”your-wagon-train-broke-down-in-the-snow-and-there’s-no-food-or-firewood” kind of cold).

That alone sent me into a grumpy downward spiral. But now, the flipping icing on the cake. I am left to carry on…alone!!! Keep reading….

Not the charger per se, but it’s hard-shelled emotionless case. This unthinking, uncaring, unmoving hunk of reinforced plastic has brought such added strain into my life that this morning when I woke up I actually thought about hurling it out the hotel window. Then I realized the window was one of those motel jobs that doesn’t open.

Oh, how I hated this thing. So what DID I do???

At last … the cameras are here, we now have video, and you finally get to see Grumpy Santa in all his glory. Go ahead, feast your eyes on Grumpy Santa … and Elf.

As you may notice, Elf is not your average elf; good thing for Grumpy Santa that his helper isn’t traveling on every leg of this nutty adventure, or Elf might just steal the show (retorts Santa, “Yeah, right.”)

Keep checking in with them right here; Santa’s going to have lots to say every day (”Like it or not,” barks Santa), and we’ll be posting video as soon as we get it.