Dear Freda, I was so sorry to hear of your forced labour in the dwarfish caves, but I rejoice that you are able, like Persephone, to return occasionally to more sunny climes. The aforementioned envelope is a little pre-present for you to open when you wish; a reminder of the times when you are not forced to toil below the hill, but are allowed up into our parallel universe. As I said earlier "A proclamation geographical rather than chronological from your santa. Or is he/she/it just an old windbag?"
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