Well, folks, he's dashed away. We kept waiting for him to straighten out
enough to take himself home and he remained mysteriously "dizzy" for two
whole weeks. What an odd guy. I finally called him a flying cab -- I'm
not holding my breath that he'll come back and get his sleigh any time
soon.

I hope you've enjoyed the bounty of his gifts. The waiting is such a
struggle, but his shining red nose and inebriated chuckle will be
gracing our lands again in no time.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Variach, in the year 409 MA.