North in an epistola

A letter to Santa with a difference.

My dear Santa.

I know you get a lot of letters this time of year, and I know you read every one of them. It’s your job, but not just your job. There’s care there, and kindness, and a deep and abiding interest. Those words must mean something to you, even the ones written by snot nosed little twerps demanding all that and a ham sandwich in their stockings.

I’ve written you a letter too, as is my right. (I know, I’m sure this fact is a great surprise, a whole paragraph in to said letter.) But I was thinking, I’m going to make this letter a little different. No ‘I want’s, no ‘please bring me’s.

Here’s my list.

1. A big warm bedroom, with a fire in the hearth and feather pillows on the bed.

2. Hot toddy. The hottest. With cinnamon, of course.

3. A packet of those candy-shelled Easter eggs. (Yes, it was hard keeping them hidden this long!)

4. Reindeer food, all in the right stalls. Blitzen’s low salt, and three-quarters for Donner.

5. Fresh snow outside, fire inside, dinner on the table and a book on the couch.

6. Mistletoe hanging in the corridor.

7. Me, underneath the mistletoe.

These are what’s waiting at home for you. Hurry back.

Your Klaus. xoxo

PS I put the pickle for your beef sandwich in a little jar so it doesn’t go all soggy on the ride. Enjoy.

Breathing underwater

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