At last she speaks. Me and the reindeer were well scundered. We weren't sure what to get you. You nearly ended up with the tie and socks Mrs Clause got me last year, I'm keeping the fuzzy slippers.

So you want a wee clue about me. Well let me see yes I do play music. I'm not nearly so famous as some around these parts. Even the dog howls when I play the tin whistle but what does he know. He drinks out of the toilet. He's looking at me now with the furrowed brow over the top of his newspaper. I swear to God he could read your mind. You darn't speak. He has the ould ears pricked up. He knows somethings up. Anyway Alba my dear if you have been truely good then something interesting will be wending its way to you very soon. Over and out for now, SSC.