December 2026
Dear Mia,
A windy hello from the North Pole! The reindeer spent all afternoon playing tag in the fresh snow, and now they are munching oats in the stable, tired and pleased with themselves. December keeps us busy, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Mrs. Claus asked me to tell you that the cocoa pot down here has your name scratched into the handle. She swears it’s true.
You have grown taller, kinder and braver this year, in your own way and at your own pace. That’s exactly how it should be done. Somehow you make ordinary days feel like small celebrations. Nobody teaches that; it’s a talent.
Have a wonderful Christmas with your family. I’ll be thinking of you somewhere over the rooftops.
P.S. If you hear sleigh bells in a song this week and think of me, it works both ways. I hear jingles in everything in December. The elves say it is a condition.