Dear Hogfather,
I expect things have been well since we last met; Grandfather hasn't said otherwise and I haven't been remembering bits of the future, so I assume the Auditors are leaving you alone. I know: normally I'm the one helping the children to write their letters to you and not doing the writing myself, but I felt this urge, you see; probably it's got something to do with being in an unusual place for the season.
I'd like a few more books from home, should you make your way out here. And a fireplace poker; it really looks like I'm going to need one around here.
I scarcely know anyone here yet, but if you could send some
Wienrich and Boettcher chocolates to Snape and Edward Sexby, that would be lovely. And I suppose you ought to send Swing a decorated potted oak tree. I expect he'll like that.
My regards to your fellow anthropomorphic personifications, and if you see Banjo anytime soon, tell him I said hello and hope he's well.
Sincerely,
Susan Sto Helit