Well, I suppose I'd better get the presents together and get them posted since the reindeer are all down with the Great Pox at the moment (it's a long and sordid tale). All the way to The Other Side Of The World too. Ho-hum. And she hasn't even done one really naughty thing this past year -- The Bureau discovered that the report about the drunken kookaburra was the result of a mix-up in the Records Office, and you may rest assured that the responsible party has been gently and kindly reprimanded by Good Old Father Christmas and that it shan't happen ever again.

Let's see: John O' Groats to the Falklands, thence to Diego Garcia and Majorca, to the Faroes, to Qaanaaq, to Ulan Bator for a few weeks, then to Rathdrum for further sorting for shipment to Duluth, back to Belfast, mistakenly shipped to Furstenau and then to Castle Rising in East Anglia, a refusal by the Bishop of Ely, return to John O' Groats, reposted, and as the circle slowly shrinks Tabster will get her pressie package about Michaelmas next. I hope that the yak butter is still fresh, the kvass drinkable, and the freshly caught salmon...well anyway.