Archive? Yeah,
Nick and Santa/Elves/Reindeer/Caddy not mine. The characters had more to say. (I hate it when this happens.)

"Well isn't this just dandy."

"Like I planned this?"

"Nick, I love you dearly. But now I know why LaCroix had to get a better hairdresser by Season Two. You make a person's hair stand on end and paralyze the hair follicles with fear. Disasters seem to follow you around like ducklings after mama. Now, how are we going to get back home?"

"I could fly us both."

"With *this* wind chill factor? No sir. I'm frozen enough as it is."

"Or we could just wait. He said he'd have it back before morning."

"Huh. Fat, jolly elf, my eye! That guy's nothing but a con artist. There wasn't *that* much damage to his precious sled as far as I could see! And, anyway--- it was his own reindeer that broke it. And even then it was fixable until the 'little green comandos'--"

"Uh... Kyer, I *was* the one who startled the anima--"

"And the nerve of him! I mean, its his own *fault* for having been here in the first place! He 'wanted something to settle his stomach before all those darned cookies with milk'?. He should be at the North Pole rechecking all those stupid toy lists for gosh sakes. And those elves--!"

"Kyer.."

"You'd think Kris was hiring from the World Wrestling Federation. Bunch bell-toed *goons*!"

"Kyer.."

"Just *look* what those little anemic Yoda Yahoos did to my poncho!"

"Kyer, calm down. Santa promised he'd return my Caddy after all the toys were delivered. He had to have *somewhere* to put himself and all those sacks. I trust him."

"Only because he said he'd try to get you a copy of the Abbarat, first edition. Heh... maybe LaCroix will intercept *that* gift in midflight. And just *who* does he expect to wash off all that magic flying dust from the Caddy after he's through? And the reindeer smell. And any cookie crumbs in the upholstery..."