Well, well, well ... it appears a little bit of misdirection can go a long way.   Some of your deductions are on target, others not, but I know I've given you very little to go on. Suffice it to say, my dear Severn, that my delivery team have a good idea how to find you, that they will need to stop for refuelling along the way and that they're more accustomed to a glass of mulled wine than eggnog with their mince pies.
Which reminds me that I must take the latest batch out of the oven! And that's not as easy as it should be as those reindeer still afflicted with the snuffles have been using tea towels to blow their noses on instead of tissues.
Ho, ho, ho ...