He lives! He breathes! My heart soars on wings of delight! Robbie my lad, O my splendid Santee! Your wish shall be my life's purpose. And I might even send it to you.

There are a few little missives already winging their way in your direction.

I await your precious communiques with the eagerness of a weary pilgrim for a glimpse of the promised land.

Cloaked in prose of purple,

Your Secret Santa