That says take me to your leader in binary, or ascii, or however you geeked out folks say it. Don't judge me! I'm trying to speak to you in the language of your people, and so is this alien. He is trying to blend into the holiday background as Santa. Is it working? I'm not sure it's working. Although if your family is anything like mine, they'll all be completely bombed on Christmas Eve. I think he could walk right into our party and no one would flinch. Heck, we'd send him home with a big plate of cookies too. He'd return to the ship and reveal his intel. "This. is. the. source. of. their. nourishment. and. power... sprinkles." (I tried my best at alien voice in that last sentence, I hope you read it that way. You know- for authenticity.)
Anyway, he might just take you to Area 51 to meet his folks. Please read up on alien culture before you attempt to assimilate. They don't shake hands the way we do, the have this thing, it's called a probe. Have you heard of it? Well, when they first meet a human, they do this thing... it's kinda like... well... you know when you... no. Okay, let's just say they put the ass in assimilate. Get my drift? You hear what I'm saying? Maybe you guys should just skype instead.
He is 3 inches tall, and made from 100% wool- well, whatever aliens use for wool. It's an unidentified substance of wool-like quality and texture. I have submitted samples for testing, so after the gas chromatography–mass spectrometry is complete, I'll let you know. For now, live long and prosper. What? Wrong show?