Dear Sarah and Samantha

Dear Sarah and Samantha, It’s been a while I know * since I happened by your house in the Christmas snow. I used to drop off presents on wintry Christmas Eve, * scoff a sherry and mince pie then hurriedly we’d leave. * We wouldn’t want to get espied by chigglers such as you * and any way the night was long with lots of work to do. * How I miss those mince pies from you guys and gals, * and carrots for Old Rudolph and all his reindeer pals. But children do get older and sometimes even doubt * Santa Claus’ existence. “There’s no such thing” they’ll shout; * and in truth I do confess to you assistance I enlist * from miles and miles of mums and dads to purchase all your gifts. * But all I wished to say to you now that you are grown * is I’d be glad to help you when you’ve chigglers of your own. Feel free to write on their behalf, Sarah and Samantha. * I’m always here to give my help. Merry Christmas, Santa.