Dear Roy (Fortunato's secret Santa), How are you by now fine I hope. Ma says I've been awful good this year and if her egg money counts up right I may get a new pair of overhauls fer Christmas. Just in time since I grew a foot last year. Now if I grow another foot this year I'll be able to walk like Ma, 'stead of hopping ev'r where. I could wear both my socks at the same time. Hop Hop Hop, I get so sick of hopping.

Mr. Hunnicut, the mail man, says he'll bring your package all the way up to the cabin on account of it'll be the first one we ever got. Thanks a heap, your obedient servant, Fortunato.

PS Ma wants to know if you can eat a raindeer, I told her you surely couldn't catch 'em 'cause they kin fly.