Hello Santa, my deer.

Your card was waiting for me on my return from the colder regions. How clever of you to arrange to have the postmark obscured by the barcode! The date is legible but not the location.

As you are apparently a regular visitor to the Highlands, perhaps I might find your name among the participants (or dropouts) at the McMudgather. You may have been much closer to me this week than either you or I imagined at the time.