Rejoice!

My wise, kind and generous Santa speaks!

Don't worry! I'll take "Be Good(e?)" to a quotient level even Chuck Berry can't surpass (That is, I'll stay out of jail for any man acts).

If you have done your homework in the archives of past Santee-hood, you'll already know about the two good luck House Brownies, Hash and McGhee that keep watch over my Laurel Maryland town-shack that any scout and/or delivery elves will have to come in contact with and who know all the other little folk in the area. And Molly, my beloved watch-cat who was always harmless enough to any wee folk anyway, has passed on, so there's nothing to fear from that end.

Secret Santa presents traditionally are not opened until Christmas, but are the first things opened once Christmas has arrived.

If your elves are also Syrup-tishuss I'll leave some pancakes out for them if nobody's u-syruped Mrs. Butterworth in the pantry.

I'll leave it to your sleep deprived elves as they go hither with their hither-than-thou attitudes and yawn to keep circulation moving, as I'm retired from the post office and don't have to sort magazines any more.

I can't drink alchohol anymore what with the diabetes, so the lure of beer mats escapes me these days. I DO own a Narragansett beer tray designed by Dr. Seuss. Paper, I don't collect on the whole.

That's all for now. Thanks for getting in touch so early. I hope that the messages will keep coming.