Dear Santa,

Glad to hear from you and I hope you hear from your own Santa soon. I hope you're not squirrely to the point that you'll be getting nutting for Christmas. And I hope you can sing me some Christmas carols as well as, say, Squirrely Collins (or at least Alvin & The Chipmunks). But now that you're out and about, we can swap acorny joke or two or maybe some great Ochs songs. Just be careful crossing the street, as I still want you there for the holidays.

As for missed behavior, due to the fact that I'm still rehabbing from burn injuries, I can only misbehave at half speed, which is probably the only reason you were able to find out about anything I managed to do. As for what I can get away with, just ask anyone I was at Getaway with.I'm still up to whatever old tricks I'm still up to, and the old techniques are still coming back to me. For a while, I was pretty much well-behaved by default (That is to say, my own fault. I'm no saint, not even Andreus).

So keep in touch, and I'll take the fact that you haven't heard from your Santa yet as a clue of sorts. Until then, have your wee folk talk with my wee folk (part of the Wee Folk Process). Meanwhile, mail early, squirrely and often. I'll be waiting.

'Til then is now,
Severn