From Father Christmas’ Workshop, The North Pole
Well here I am again, another year older, writing to you before I set off on yet another journey of wonderment this coming Christmas Eve. Are you still there? For in all honestly your letter is very late getting to me this year! A little bird told me – or was it one of my reindeer? – that you would like some surprise presents this year. I hope that is true for I have one or two really nice ones ready to go into my sack before I set off for Ireland on Christmas Eve.
Don’t forget to have all of your Christmas decorations up with the lights on your Christmas tree shining brightly, as a beacon to my reindeer, to help them spot your house on the ever so dark night before Christmas. I had better go now as one of my elves has a tooth aches, that he wants me to help him with, pulling it out.
Santa, Father Christmas, for sure