A Tedoleran down the Chimney

Instead of admiring the snowy winter landscape through a slightly fogged window while listening to the fire crackling in the fireplace, my Christmas trip becomes a harsh struggle for survival. I have no idea where I am, stumbling through the Colorado wilderness completely exhausted as the sun is already setting. Barring a miracle, I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through the night.
When I meet an alien with red skin who is more than eight feet tall, I am sure that I must be hallucina...