My dear children, I am more shaky than usual this year. The North Polar Bear’s fault. It was the biggest bang in th2 world, and the most monstrous firework there has ever been. It turned the North Pole black!
Every December an envelope bearing a stamp from the North Pole would arrive for J.R.R. Tolkien’s children. Inside would be a letter in strange spidery handwriting and a beautiful colour drawing. There were from father Christmas, telling wonderful tales of life at the North Pole:
How all the reindeer got loose and scattered presents all over the place;
How the accident-prone Polar Bear climbed the North Pole and fell through the roof of Father Christmas’s house into the dining-room;
How there were wars with the troublesome horde of goblins who lived in the caves beneath the house!
From the first note to Tolkien’s eldest son in 1920 to the final poignant letter to his daughter in 1943, this new edition celebrates the centenary of that first letter with a stockingful of charming letter, pictures and decorated envelopes, and is a festive feast for readers of all ages.