Christmas is coming . . .
Letters to Santa have been penned and everything.
Dr Z helped The G, who has requested an umbrella (Hello Kitty, of course), a bike, books, hair clips and Girl Lego. The B, accomplished scribe that he is these days, did his own.
His is notable not for the gifts that he has asked for (pens, cars, a sleeper train) but for the conversational tone of his correspondence.
For instance, at one point he writes (this a letter to Father Christmas, remember), 'Are you alright in the North Pole?' There follows 'Are the elves happy working?' and 'Have fun making the presents'.
I can't help but be impressed, although - as I've spent this afternoon attempting to explain to The B - being rather busy, Santa might not be in the market for a pen-pal just now . . .