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. The sky here turned pink at noon today, the way it does before a big snow, and every elf ran outside at once to look at it. They don’t do that for just anything.
Somehow you make ordinary days feel like small celebrations. Nobody teaches that; it’s a talent.
A new sibling turns a house into a team, and you just gained a new teammate. Being the big one is a real job, and you’re clearly good at it.
Merry Christmas! Leave the cookies out and the lights on, and listen for the bells around midnight. I’ll be the one grinning.
P.S. A carrot or two by the door works wonders. The reindeer land softer and the bells ring sweeter. Nobody dribbles on the doormat. Usually.