Blogger's Note: For several years now, we have received a Christmas letter from an Elfin correspondent, Siberius Quill. This is the 2015 installment.
My dearest children!
Greetings to you—and Sincere Prayers that neither this grey
and muddy Winter nor the toppling of your tree as you were decorating has
dampened your Christmas Spirit! Though your Father and eldest Brother had a
time wrestling the Prickly Thing into a new stand, the old spruce looks
Splendid and is holding its needles as well as can be expected given the
Strain! Well done!
Another Christmas has arrived! It has been Quite Some Time
since you Elder Children have asked a question about the Old Man—his Appearance
and Ways, or How he does What he does. At long last, at the urging of your own old man, lovely Lily-bell has posed a deep
question, indeed: “Why is Santa’s nose so weird?” Your Father wisely pressed her
on this, thinking perhaps she thought it too Red or too Jolly, but she insisted
that the inside of his nose was weird.
No more would she say, and I fear that’s little to go on, though not quite
Nothing. I shall make an Answer that I hope will satisfy. I have spoken to his personal
Physician, Vitali Mendwell, from the elfin Hospital Corps, and verily, the
inside of Kris Kringle’s nose is, in
fact, strange by Mortal standards: without drip or drainage or unsightly Bogeys.
Even here above the Circle, he never runs down, never catches Cold, never has
so much as a sniffle—truly!
Why this is nobody knows for certain: Doc Vittles, as we
call him, always credits diet; Muggsy and Froth at the Buttery says it’s his
daily doses of Cocoa with cayenne and cinnamon in the morning and Peppermint
Tea in the evening; and the good Sisters of Perpetual Winter insist that it’s
his Jolly Sanctity—the joyous reward of a Life Well-Lived! I tend to side with
the Sisters: more often than not they are right, and Sinter Klaas is a Saint,
It is a Joy to watch you all continue to grow in the
Virtues—Faith, Hope, and Charity—not to mention height! A towering Bunch you
are, like a roving Forest to elfin eyes—and I am Blessed to be able to check in
on you Now and Again. Do not forget our Correspondence, and encourage your
youngest sibling in All Things Christmas: but especially the Peace that comes
from Giving and Serving. Heaven awaits!
A Very Happy Christmas to you all!
Yours Still and Always,
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