Dear Santa,

Christmas is coming closer and I thought I would write to you in good time. I'm sure you get many, many letters. And some emails. Possibly even long-distance phonecalls.

But anyway, Santa, I'm not some Calvin type who's going to question you and your motives. I have faith. I know you wouldn't abuse your superpowers.

And I'm not going to give you some specific wishlist either. Last year I wished for world peace, a model girlfriend and lots of cash. And if you're only going to give me 2/3rds of my wishes then what's the point?

But if I was forced to make one concrete wish it would be for Skye of course. Let me have her. If not for christmas then soon at least. Last night we were talking and she mentioned the picture of us. When she was here we took a picture of us together. We were just about to leave. And I had been too shy to take any pictures. I'm really glad I did take that one. It's so sweet. She's holding on to me. And when she talked about it last night I looked at it too. And I just got this physical pain from not having her here. Just a deep need to feel her against me again. I have missed her before of course. All the time. But I don't think I have felt such a deep longing for anyone or anything ever before. And it's funny, because it was hard having her so close too. I'm used to being alone, hiding away in my room, avoiding human contact. So it was difficult to adjust to having another person so close to you for 2 days without break. But at the same time it was good. So good. And I want to feel it again.

Some snow would be nice too. 3 weekends in a row they have promised snow. And there has been none. Of all people you must know the beauty of snow, Santa. Maybe I should move to Greenland. My dad is there. You're there. The snow is there.

And you do live on Greenland, Santa. No matter what anyone else says. I know the truth.

seasonal greetings,

the Plume Clause