The children woke early Christmas morning to find the yearly Father Christmas letter on the woodstove, where Stasha had left a cinnamon bun, complete with explanatory note. Polar Bear's interference with the natural order of things continues, albeit unwittingly, and at the behest of goblins, probably.
As always, click the images for the larger version at Flickr.
The kids have gotten these letters for the last 5 years, dating back to 2003.
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