Despite being laughed at, I still believe in Christmas, and in Magic and in you. I do know that you only have time to read the letters of children though, so I haven’t written you anything in quite a few years now. But this year, I’m hoping that one of your elves will read my blog and pass on my messages.
I’m going to be at my Mum’s house for Christmas, as usual, but the weather here is really bad at the moment, so please drive your sleigh carefully. And make sure you wear all your layers.
My wish list for this year is small, and reasonably practical. I need more yarn. Actually, that’s not quite a whole-truth. I have plenty of yarn, I don’t NEED any more, but I could always find a use for more! Especially soft purple stuff, since I used all mine on the Mammoth Secret Project.
And I’ve been working hard on my baking this year, so I’d like cookie cutters and baking trays and icing equipment and things. I promise that next year I’ll leave you some handmade cookies. I might even manage it this year, if my sister helps me.
My final wish is something a little less tangible. I’d like for Neil’s family to have a good Christmas. It’s going to be hard on them this year, and I hope they can still enjoy themselves.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS, Santa! Give my best wishes to Mrs Claus and the reindeer and the elves.
Cleo, aged 28.