My Shy And Secretive Santa,

You seem to have developed a slight accent of some sort that was not noticable on your first post and yet is still not pronounced enough for me to try to ascertain your whereabouts.

Furthermore, you are now sending those elves out on shopping trips, rather than seeking out my House Brownies as you had first indicated, probably from some fear of Molly The Cat, a fear which has probably been proven groundless last night.

Yes, as I'd suspected, the cat HAD been at the extra shotglasses of whiskey laid out for your elves, but as it turned out, Molly ended up singing three part harmony with the Brownies, some Coope, Boyes & Simpson, some Seldom Scene and some Finest Kind type stuff and she actually got brave enough to take the lead on a version of "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" which she seems to especially relate to for some reason. It sounded so good I refilled the glasses and they didn't even try to scurry away as usual. So it turns out there was no cause for alarm after all!

But you keep on coming back to the importance of the "Goodness" aspect of things. As for "reely", I've not been fishing this year, been out to a few movies from time to time, and like the odd reel mixed in with the jigs and hornpipes, if that helps. As for "realy",
I've been very good indeed (and in word), plenty good enough to warrant showering with well deserved presents. Had I been perfect, however, I would have only signed up to merely give (with whatever logistical problems that would have caused our dear Liz in setting up the chain, but YES, O kind and generous though shy and secretive to the extreme Santa, I do find it quite blessed to recieve!

So with the goodness issue solved, sit down and relax and tell me something semi-cryptic about your bashful self that can bear seeing the light of day, while shedding some more light on YOUR Hemisphere (but not enough to add to any Global Warming).....

In short...

Bring it on!