Pere Noel,
Here we are again, late though my correspondence happens to be. If I could have anything I'd ask that you put the ship in to port someplace that we all might do a little shopping on our own, rather than hope you, in the spirit of charity, will do the running about for us. Not that you've ever gone astray, but someone must remain practical in all this. Failing that, enclosed is a list of requests:
For everyone, a bottle of wine. For those too young to be drinking, some chocolates.
For Iago, fine clothing befitting a man of his time, of high station.
For Lucius, a new set of robes -- perfectly tailored, of French design and only the finest fabrics.
For Brachi, a winter coat -- something of a nice formal cut. Double breasted, of a decent length.
For Claire, a dressing gown -- something warm, but fashionable.
For Arthas, the same gift as last year. And some decent clothing to wear rather than that silly armor.
For Madame Lestrange, a fur coat.
For Prefect, a blanket. Something very soft, like angora.
For Doctor Crane, some clothing but something less formal than a suit. He needs to lighten up a little.
For the Doctor -- the one that treated me, not any of the others -- a new hat. It's not that I'm not fond of the one he always wears but this does not mean he could not have more.