Letters From Father Christmas

letters_from_father_christmasI realise it’s not yet December but I’m already really, really, really excited that Christmas is fast approaching. Are you? Is it just me? Carols are playing in cafes, all the malls are beautifully decorated and family Christmas planning is in full swing. Fun! I can’t wait to put up my tree : )

When we (by that I mean my sister and I) were little, my Mom would write us a letter from Santa Claus every year. On Christmas morning, we’d run out of our rooms to find this letter placed beside the now empty plate of chocolate chips and glass of milk that we left out for Santa the night before. ‘His’ writing would be all shaky – Mom said that was because Santa was a little cold having come from the North Pole. I loved those letters and believed that Santa really did write them! Little did I know that JRR Tolkien also wrote letters in the guise of Santa each year for his sons. I read this beautiful letter on Letters of Note.

Cliff House
Top of the World
Near the North Pole

Xmas 1925

My dear boys, 

I am dreadfully busy this year — it makes my hand more shaky than ever when I think of it — and not very rich. In fact, awful things have been happening, and some of the presents have got spoilt and I haven’t got the North Polar Bear to help me and I have had to move house just before Christmas, so you can imagine what a state everything is in, and you will see why I have a new address, and why I can only write one letter between you both. It all happened like this: one very windy day last November my hood blew off and went and stuck on the top of the North Pole. I told him not to, but the N.P.Bear climbed up to the thin top to get it down — and he did. The pole broke in the middle and fell on the roof of my house, and the N.P.Bear fell through the hole it made into the dining room with my hood over his nose, and all the snow fell off the roof into the house and melted and put out all the fires and ran down into the cellars where I was collecting this year’s presents, and the N.P.Bear’s leg got broken. He is well again now, but I was so cross with him that he says he won’t try to help me again. I expect his temper is hurt, and will be mended by next Christmas. I send you a picture of the accident, and of my new house on the cliffs above the N.P. (with beautiful cellars in the cliffs). If John can’t read my old shaky writing (1925 years old) he must get his father to. When is Michael going to learn to read, and write his own letters to me? Lots of love to you both and Christopher, whose name is rather like mine.

That’s all. Goodbye.

Father Christmas

Tolkein continued this tradition for over 20 years. How amazing! And you can get the full collection of letters here. Wouldn’t it make a wonderful present this year?

JRRTolkien(Photos from Starburst Magazine and Augsberger Allgeimeine)

 

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