Shoes For Me!*

Shoooes for meeeeeeee! Isn’t Uncle Nick just the best? I knew he wouldn’t forget my Christmas present, just because he has a squajillion other girls to look after.

Christmas started late at our place, what with Prancer and Dancer locking antlers over a cookie over Amsterdam, and then Rudolph went and got his hoof stuck in someone’s chimney. Uncle Nick was a bit flustered when he got back at half-past five in the morning, so we let him sleep in a bit.

I hope you had a lovely Christmas and are going to bed happy like me. (And if, er, by some unforseen accident you found only one Jimmy Choo in your stocking, please write to me, not Santa!)

Kisses.

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