I think my elves have been drinking too much happy juice.

But they have left some indeciph .... unfathomib .... tricky clues as to where they live.

*thinks* "Wonder where I can get me one of them Acme Automated Santa Traps?   If I bag the big guy, them elves will surely come a'running, and then I can sure show em what happens to little ones who pull too hard on my tail feathers..."

*returns to reality and wanders off to find if there are any remnants in the whisky bottle ....*