Father Christmas Letter
1933
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Another
Christmas! And I almost thought at one time (in November) that there would
not be one this year. There would be the 25th of December of course,
but nothing from your old great-great-great-etc. grandfather at the North
Pole. My pictures tell you part of the story. Goblins. The worst attack we
have had for centuries. They have been fearfully wild and angry ever since we
took all their stolen toys off them last year, and dosed them with green
smoke. You remember the Red Gnomes promised to clear all of them out. There
was not one to be found in any hole or cave by New Year's Day. But I said
they would crop up again - in a century or so. They have not waited so long!
They must have gathered their nasty friends from mountains all over the
world, and been busy all the summer while we were at our sleepiest. This time
we had very little warning. Soon after All Saints' Day, Polar Bear got very
restless. He now says he smelt nasty smells - but as usual he did not say
anything: he says he did not want to trouble me. He really is a nice old
thing, and this time he absolutely saved Christmas. He took to sleeping in
the kitchen with his nose towards the cellar door, opening on the main
stairway down into my big stores. |
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One
night, just about Christopher's birthday on November 21st, I woke
up suddenly. There was squeaking and spluttering in the room and a nasty
smell - in my own best green and purple room that I had just had done up most
beautifully. I caught sight of a wicked little face at the window. Then I
really was upset, for my window is high up above the cliff, and that meant
there were bat-riding Goblins about - which we haven't seen since the goblin-war
in 1453 that I told you about. I was only just quite awake when a terrific
din began far downstairs - in the store-cellars. It would take too long to
describe, so I have tried to draw a picture of what I saw when I got down -
after treading on a Goblin on the mat. |
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(ONLY
THER WAS MORE LIKE 1000 GOBLINS THAN 15. [Polar Bear]) |
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(But you
could hardly expect me to draw 1000. [Father Christmas]) |
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Polar
Bear was squeezing, squashing, trampling, boxing, and kicking Goblins sky-high,
and roaring like a zoo, and the Goblins were yelling like engine whistles. He
was splendid. |
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[SAY NO
MORE: I ENJOYED IT IMMENSELY! (P.B.)] |
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Well, it
is a long story. The trouble lasted for over a fortnight, and it began to
look as if I should never be able to get my sleigh out this year. The Goblins
had set part of the stores on fire and captured several Gnomes who sleep down
there on guard before Polar Bear and some more Gnomes came in - and killed
100 before I arrived. Even when we had put the fire out and cleared the
cellars and house (I can't think what they were doing in my room unless they
were trying to set fire to my bed) the trouble went on. The ground was black
with Goblins under the moon when we looked out, and they had broken up my
stables and gone off with the reindeer. |
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I
summoned help; there were several battles (every night they used to attack
and set fire to the stores) before we got the upper hand, and I am afraid quite
a lot of my dear Elves got hurt. Fortunately we have not lost much except my
best string (gold and silver) and packing-papers and holly-boxes. I am very
short of these: and I have been very short of messengers. Lots of my people
are still away (I hope they will come back safe) chasing the Goblins out of
my land, those that are left alive. They have rescued all my reindeer. |
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We are
quite happy and settled again now, and feel much safer. It really will be
centuries before we get another Goblin-trouble. Thanks to Polar Bear and the
Gnomes, there can't be very many left at all. |
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AND FR.
C. I WISH I COULD DRAW OR HAD TIME TO TRY - YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE OLD MAN
CAN DOO ! LITENING AND FIERWORKS AND THUNDER OF GUNS! (P.B.)] |
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Polar Bear
certainly has been busy, helping double help - but he has mixed up some of
the girls' presents with the boys' in his hurry. We hope we have got all
sorted out - but if you hear of anyone getting a doll when they wanted an
engine, you will know why. Actually Polar Bear tells me I am wrong - we did
lose a lot of railway stuff - Goblins always go for that - and what we got
back was damaged and will have to be repainted. It will be a busy summer next
year. |
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Father
Christmas |
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