Blogger's Note: For several years now, we have received a Christmas letter from an Elfin correspondent, Siberius Quill. This is the 2014 installment.
“Another turn around the Sun; another Year begun and done—just
like that!” as our Head Astronomer, Nebular Farseer, would say. Just last week,
he and Pendulus “Tick” Chronin were debating, over cocoa and gingersnaps,
whether the years merely seem shorter or actually are. Your human Stargazers
actually claim the years are lengthening by a millisecond or two each century;
Tick claims we’re losing time, but Nebbs is on the fence—and each year, when
the Chief Timekeeper marks the Year’s End on the Great Chronometer, Nebbs
blames Tick’s itchy trigger-finger for any loss.
Truth be told, it is conceivable that Tick’s finger is too
fast. I’ve told you before that he is markedly slow for an Elf, save his eye
and finger—and indeed, these traits runs in his family: his great-grandmother,
Sedentary Chronin (née Scattershot), rarely left her little cottage, but was
the Best Wingshot north of the Circle, and crack with a Rifle, too! Why, she
was known to harvest wild Ptarmigans and snowshoe Hares out her bedroom window,
then send Bob-Catchit, her half-Lynx housecat, to fetch them in for supper—truly!
So the Debate continues, year upon year, and Christmas Day
has come again—a Much-Needed Feast, indeed, in this catty-whompus World! The
Old Man has been jolly, as always, but has pressed us Elves most intensely this
Winter—such a need there is for Peace and Goodwill as he has not seen in Many
Centuries! Peace has been the particular prayer of our Good Pastor, Fr.
Aloysius Lamplighter, too, this Advent, and may it resound the World ’Round.
I am, like your Dear Parents, so grateful these days for
Miss Lily, who has kept your Family young and the Spirit of the Season bright
in your Home. She is Spoilt, to be sure, but the Fault is no one’s—she can hardly
spoil herself, and who can blame the Rest of you for falling prey to her Charms
and dark eyes. Your Dad has suggested she might become a “Mary,” as she calls
the good religious sisters of Your World. Whether ’tis true or not remains to
be Seen, but Sr. Providence Goodpath, Director of Vocations of the Sisters of
Perpetual Winter, has looked in on her and insists she will draw people to The
You elder four continue to persist in Goodness and grow in
Virtue, year upon year; nevertheless we continue to look in on you. Master Brendan,
I am struck by the Seriousness with which you are seeking your own Good Path
and remind you to treat your Special Someone with the same or greater care than
you show your Own Soul. Master Gabriel, I am impressed by your persistence in
All you do and the Strength of your prayers, which echo both over the Earth and
in Heaven, as well! For you, Miss Emma, there will always be room at the Inn,
and welcome: your Music and your Baking warm the hearts around you, and your
Beauty and Joy are infectious (in only the Best Way). Master Trevor, you are
becoming a Fine Young Man with your own Callings and Interests. Strick
Thumpertink, our Lead Percussionist, has heard you practicing—keep it up, and
you’ll be welcome in our Drum Corps anytime!
Speaking of Time and the Flight of it, Marcus Milestone
(Monitor’s son, who works Birthdays and other High-Sugar Special Occasions for
the Watcher Corps) stopped by the Other Day to remind me on his Elder’s behalf
that young Master Trevor has reached Double Digits this year—a Momentous Age,
to be sure, and one I’m sure you’ll recall entails Special Responsibilities
toward the Keeping of Christmas. Speak to your Father in a Quiet Moment, and he
will, no doubt, explain. Marcus also noted Lily’s recent Birthday celebrations
and was impressed by the Love shown by friends not her own. How kind they are
to mark her Third Year in such a Splendid Fashion!
On that note: Bishop Nicholas trusts you will be Happy with
your gifts this year, and gives his Blessing to you—which, from a Saint, is not
Insignificant! A Very Happy Christmas to you all!
P.S. All of us here, but Dr. Vendy most of all, send our
Condolences on the loss of your dear Schnauzer, Puck. He was the Very
Definition of a Good Dog!
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