“The plane landed? Are you serious? The plane flipping landed? Arghhh. Here’s the story:

We knew when we would be racing the weather when we woke up on Day 6—I think that was Wednesday or Thursday—the days of the week mean nothing to me now (Editor’s note: it was Thurs). It was cold, and the weather channel was all about ice and snow.

Okay, we made it to JFK, then Logan, and then the snow came.

Snow like I haven’t seen in many, many years. Meanwhile, we had flights canceled on us. So be it. All we knew was, we had to get to NYC; we had video shoots planned and we had a FedEX shipment with clothes and coats coming! Would we get there??!!

Here’s the latest: Grumpy Santa is stuck in blizzardy Boston, but he needs to get to New York City (we hope to show our hero frolicking in Times Square).

UPDATE FROM GRUMPY SANTA: “Watch out for the video of the snowstorm. It should be up today or tomorrow. Also, pay attention and try to see if you catch the moment when our fearless director gets hit by an errant snowball.”

Anyway, he’s got his orders: Onward to Amtrak! Unfortunately, all the “good” trains (the express ones) are full so Santa’s stuck with a local. It’ll take him more than 4-hours to get to Penn Station. Meantime, some bad news…