Today the postman finally brought the annoucement that my journey to the post office might result in a surprise from my Secret Santa.

I let my manservant push the snow off my trusty old Citroén and drove into the snowy cold expanse of the city. The day was fading fast and I had to hurry. I cleared the customs with the help of the clerk and received a pleasant, yet secretive parcel which rode with me back to the Hall.

I poured myself some fine port, took my hunting knife and opened the box using the raw force of my hand. Within I discovered one of my most prized possesions: a marvellous top hat, most suited for any gentlemanly pursuits one might encounter.

A jolly praise to you, my dear Secret Santa: whoever you are, wherever you might dwell! Be well as I will treasure this mysterious device and wear it to its potential and beyond.

Thank you! It was worth the waiting.

Sincerely, J.