December 29th

Dearest Emily,

Oh, joyous season! I knew you would delight in the glitter of all that's gold, my esculent little aubergine! I, too, am a great fan of your mother's habitual witty entrechats that never fail to elicit the requisite belly laugh from me. Has your mum trimmed her moustache?

Sprout some millet seed for the calling birds, and they should calm down. Oh, and to insure your mother and your most delectable self of some degree of slumber, when you're at the pet store for the millet seed, look about for some cage and coop night covers.

Your devoted,
Edward

Sending fair Jacqueline gifts? Why 'twas but a lark, dearest! Besides, she is a cutie and I never noticed that your eyes have an ever-so-slightly greenish cast...