Yours truly (FareCompare CEO Rick Seaney) is already posting video in anticipation of the big trip. Can’t wait.

But poor Grumpy Santa; it’s his trip, but even before it gets underway, his pal “Big Elf” is already garnering much of the attention (be sure and listen for the woman who says, “that’s the biggest freakin’ elf I’ve ever seen!”)

Bon voyage, gentlemen! Meanwhile, click “more” for the video.

The Vegas finale: yes, FareCompare’s Elf dropped a bundle. No, not at the gaming tables (you’ll just have to watch the video…)

All in all, it was a fun night. And it was somehow touching to watch Grumpy Santa & Elf ride off into the sunset together. Well, into the neon.

Click “more” for the video. You’ll be glad you did.

FareCompare’s Elf has this handy little gadget called the Knee Defender; use it correctly, and the guy in front of you can’t lower his seat, which means his seat won’t crash into your knees.

Elf gave it a whirl, and by golly, it worked! Only problem is, that was Grumpy Santa seated in front of him, and he was not amused. Neither was the flight attendant.

Better take a look at the video, by clicking “more.”

Silly Elf. He was so excited to get on the motorcycle in Las Vegas, that he left his bag behind. Unattended. Just sitting there on the sidewalk at the airport.

But believe it or not, he actually got a phone call from the folks at Lost & Found. They kept it safe for him.

Meanwhile, Elf blamed Santa for all this. Hey, Elf—take a little responsibility, dude. Or review the video.

Generally, Santa is in the driver;s seat, behind an octet of reindeer. Not here. Not in Vegas.

Santa and his helper Elf are roaring along on a motorcycle. With Elf in command.

This doesn’t look good. Or does it? Check out the video by clicking “more.”

Grumpy Santa and Elf have patched things up. Watch them laugh together as they arrive in Las Vegas.

Notice them pass many slot machines. But they don’t even glance at them. What, did those costumes come without pockets for coins?

Well, take a look at the video (click “more”); maybe they’re up to something.

Elf is livin’ large up in First Class, but then again, since he’s 6-and-a-half-feet tall, he’s livin’ large everywhere he goes.

But he takes pity on Grumpy Santa, stuck back in Coach. He sends him a beer.

It is unclear whether it’s foreign or domestic. You’ll just have to watch the video for yourself (click “more”).

Poor Grumpy Santa. This was not his day. Or his flight. That rascal Elf is getting all the perks. Like flying in First Class.

Our intrepid Santa is stuck in Coach. We feel your pain, Santa.

Meanwhile, watch Elf swill what appears to be an alcoholic beverage, and generally have a swell time, by clicking “more.”

Watch our wee friend, the FareCompare elf, gives Grumpy Santa a hand. But Santa isn’t all that thrilled with Elf.

And that because once again, Elf is going to steal the spotlight. And he’s also stealing some “comfort” from Santa.

Take a look at the video; just click “more”.

Ah, Las Vegas! I cruised the strip on a sweet, 3-wheeled hog! More on that below, but first, let me wrap up my adventure in Billings, Montana!

I spent the early part of the day in Billings sleeping late. (In case you didn’t read this, I got sick.) This meant I had to drop some states. Sorry, Dakotas, perhaps our paths shall cross one day.

Feeling a little better, I stepped made my way to a small diner with hot food. It was nice; I didn’t have to “unwrap” a meal while running between planes, and my chicken-fried steak reminded me of home.

I liked Billings and everyone I met there, but it is the only place where I got sideways looks even when not wearing the Santa suit. Granted I looked like a mad man at this point, but I kind of got a weird Children of the Corn vibe even though there were no children or corn. Now, we’re getting to Vegas, so click “more”.

Still in NYC, still trying to get on a morning show, but Diane Sawyer won’t see me. Don’t want Santa on the show because you’re feeling a little threatened, Diane?

Not enough room for 2-big stars, hmmm?

Never mind. Me and my posse, the elves had a good time. Just hit “more” and watch!

Day 7 started out right. I got to sleep in a little (usually been waking up between 4:00 and 5:00am), and then I got to run around NYC.

I’ll admit, I’ve never been in love with New York, but it was great. The people there aren’t at all surprised to see a scraggly dude in a Santa suit wandering around the streets. I was not the biggest weirdo around, that’s for sure.

Then on to the Today show…where in the world is Matt Lauer???? Find out…

Just when Grumpy Santa was getting in a pretty good mood, things turned sour.

No, not the trip-that’s going pretty well! The problem? His old pal, Elf.

It seems Grumpy Santa finally noticed that Elf seems to be starring in some of our videos; and while Santa’s on a grueling 25,000-mile trip, lugging heavy gear and racing from terminal to terminal, Elf is…well, he’s not lifting a finger.

Oh, does Santa rant this time.

You won’t believe how hard I’ve been working. Putting together a trip of this magnitude is horribly difficult (66-flights, 25,000-miles, 48-states, all in 12-days). And most of it falls on me.

Grumpy Santa can’t help; he’s too busy trying to make his planes under crushing deadlines. Santa’s “little” pal, Elf can’t help, because, well…he’s…useless.

But I do have a “secret weapon”, to aid me in this tremendous quest: the really secret part is, she’s my daughter Stef, and she’s just 7-years old. But watch her go!

“I’m here for the company, baby!” shouts Santa’s little helper … all 6-feet, 5-inches of him.

See Elf greet his startled colleagues in the hallways of FareCompare and prod Grumpy Santa into donning his suit, as they get ready to take-off for all 48-contiguous states… in just 12-days.

You’ll want to see this — if only to check out Elf’s pointy hat... and buckled shoes … and skimpy shorts…