After about 10 liters of gin and a couple of kegs, Space Dinosaur figured he should get to work.  As Santa was now nothing more than a bloated, blood stained corpse, our favorite interstellar saurischian had a lot of work to do.  Space Dinosaur grabbed his jetpack and Santa's bag o' toys and headed toward Earth.  After a pit stop at a little pub on an icy planet in the outer reaches of Cygnus, he arrived on Earth and made his way to the first house on the list of least annoying kids who had written letters to Santa that he had compiled.  He was about to find out just how thankless the job of being Santa really was...