No INK this year, and no water, so no painted pictures; also very cold hands, so very wobbly writing. This year it is frightfully cold - snow, snow, snow, and ice. We have been simply buried, messengers have got lost, and found themselves in Nova Scotia, if you know where that is, instead of in Scotland; and Polar Bear could not get home.
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This is a picture of my house about a week ago before we got the reindeer sheds dug out. You can see the tunnel we had to make to the front door. There are only three windows upstairs shining through holes, but you can see steam where the snow is melting off the dome and roof.
Even Polar Bear had to wear a sheepskin coat and red gloves for his paws. I have had to have a lot of Red Elves to help me. They are very nice and great. fun; but although they are very quick they don't get on fast, for they turn everything into a game. Even digging snow.
Polar Bear says that we have not seen the last of the Goblins - in spite of the battles in 1933. They won't dare to come into my land yet; but for some reason they are breeding again and multiplying all over the world. Quite a nasty outbreak. But there are not so many in England, he says. I expect I shall have trouble with them soon. I have given my Elves some new magic sparkler spears that will scare them out of their wits.
