A parcel arrived today from a certain Eustace P McGargle. It says "one book" on the package, and it that's what it sorta feels like. But I'm going to be very good and not open it till Christmas.

The other thing I couldn't fail to notice was that the address is VERY familiar. So I think I was right all along about your identity, Santa (unless you have sent this for somebody else). No wonder Liz was chuckling about some of the matches. How wonderfully perfect!

So I gather I am to expect another package from the North Pole then? I promise I won't open it till Christmas either. Ooh, this is so much fun! Thank you, my poetic Secret Santa!

Jenny