Translated with Secret Alien Technology:
My journey began in the North. I followed the signs for a magical snowman who would show me the way to a certain toy workshop. I had the santa suit, I had the laugh, but I needed presents. Christmas was only a few days away!
Hmm. I don't see any snow.
After weeks of searching and a few, short detours, I found the giant snowman.
He told me a story about how his brethern had been taken hostage, and he needed help rescuing them from "The Collector", but I didn't have time! I'm only one Alien. Thankfully his little helpers wrote the directions down for me. And I was on my way.
Once in the North Pole, I loaded up my spaceship--and the sleigh and reindeer I found in some shed in the back--with a bunch of presents that were lying in the snow.
Some little men with pointy ears were highly agitated. But although I speak roughly 800 languages, including some gnome, apparently I don't speak Elvish.
No. I'm not the Grinch.
Despite the elves attempts to jump on my spaceship, and the damage they did to my nucleur reindeers, I was able to escape their crazy workshop and continue on my mission, with the help of my friends. If only I could get the reindeer away from the mini bar and the kegs the Minx left in the storage room.
My adventure had only just begun.