Dear 42,

I must say you don't look a day over 39.

My name is Elfish Presently, Santa's research elf assigned to your case. I must say I was intrigued to be sent to exotic Spiceland Indiana. I wasn't even sure there was much of anything exotic in Indiana, but I was definitely pleasantly proven wrong by the wonders of your thriving metropolis and your year-round seasonal festival.

I walked past the salt mines and the pepper mill where you urned your first celery. I passed by the bakery where local dillatantes were preparing dill-dough for pickle bread. I passed the church where they'd mustard up all the unsavory sinner-men to convert them to true bay-leafers. I met up with Rosemary and that nut Meg who helped drive my caraway with a rye smile or two. Meg did a Pole Dance like I'd never seen up North! All was very impressive, I must say!

I managed to observe you while parcely hidden behind the mint. (I always wanted to ex-spearmint at being a Mint-Spy!). So, rest easy. Your dreams will be fulfilled and filled full.

Anyway, I've found out that spice IS truly the variety of life and you can be assured that your box of bounty will cumin thyme for your Merry Christmas.


Enjoy!
Elfish Presently
Research Elf
North Pole



P.S. Only 57 more dulcimists to go. I'm glad I was instrumental in helping.