Ah JFK Airport. Most of us have experienced it a time or three, enough to know that this is one airport that won’t put you in the Holiday Spirit.

After 7-days and 25-states and 30-flights, it reduced Grumpy Santa to chatting with a resident airport bird that was hanging out under his seat.

Santa was a little worried about this bird, but they nevertheless discussed a variety of topics related to Santa’s trip, and his “favorite” airport …

Okay, first we went to Rockefeller Center at night to shoot the pretty tree there; you know, that huge sucker with all those beautiful lights.

Well, the lights were off.

So we went back in the day time, and were told, nope, can’t shoot the tree. My cameraman argued. What happened? Just 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!

Here I am, on video, trying to get on NBC’s Today Show. But apparently, they fear Grumpy Santas razor-like wit and brilliant communication skills.

I do not get on.

So I must ask the question: does Matt Lauer fear I’ll pull a “Tom Cruise” on him?

I wouldn’t do that. But see what I did do, by clicking on “more”.

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…

Poor Grumpy Santa. He journeys all the way to Rockefeller Center, to see the gorgeous tree, and…where is it?

The tree is dark. Santa wonders, what’s the deal?

Fortunately, Grumpy Santa makes some new friends. And no, they don’t have any idea why the tree is dark, either.

Can someone help him out? Help us out? Are the electricity bills too high?

Grumpy Santa was in New York City, craning his neck like a rube, looking at all the tall buildings, when he stopped for a bite to eat.

At the Waldorf-Astoria. Lovely. Then he saw the prices.

Here is a classic rant. Enjoy!

Grumpy Santa had a little time to play tourist in NYC. So what do tourists do?

They audition for the Rockettes. Well, that’s what Grumpy wanted to do. So he went to Radio City Music Hall.

Okay, the Grumpster didn’t actually see any Rockettes, but you should see him bust a move!

Watch this dancin’ fool, by clicking “more.”

Grumpy Santa got a spa treatment…on the streets of New York City.

Make-up artist Daniella (see her swell website here) thought our Santa needed “color” and “plumping up” (kind of funny—a Santa that needs plumping up?).

She even told him about mini-lip glosses that attach to one’s cell phone (??). Think about it: not a bad idea.

Anyway, she did Grumpy Santa’s make-up, and set it (good for keeping make-up on during flights).

Okay, Grumpy Santa is in Times Square. And he meets up with a couple of women from the “O.C.” (Orange County, California, to the rest of us).

Listen as they groove on one another.

No, Mrs. Claus, it’s not like that. See the video for yourself; just click the word “more”.