And God said to Himself, Let us create man, because cycling is too much
fun to keep to Myself, and so He created man, him did He create, create
did He him do. And God put man in paradise, and commanded him, Glideth
upon the earth anywhere thou wisheth, except for that big hill over
there. For on the day thou goeth down that hill, thou shalt surely die.
I have butterflies in my stomach. Real ones. That's all cook was able
to catch before liftoff from Wiltshire. Fred8urkle99x7lp2 took delight
in pulling their wings from their bodies and giving me significant looks.
the Desk of S. Claus
This morning there was a letter waiting for me on my desk from Hamleys,
that big toy store in London. They want to merge with my operation.
It's a very polite letter. They say they wouldn't dream of a hostile
takeover of Father Christmas. The PR would be horrendous. But there
was an edge of steel behind the seasonal pleasantries.