The next day left six more days until Christmas, and Bunny had kept to his word in distracting Jack. They had gone to speak with the yeti currently working in the workshop while North made his way to Phil's room in the yeti quarters. He knocked on the door, and thankfully, Phil answered. North knew that the yeti's language likely sounded like complete gibberish to everyone else, but he understood it as well as he understood his own native language. "North, what brings you here?"

"You recognize me?"

"I recognize your scent, if that makes you feel better. Also, no one else knows where my room is, or the yeti quarters. So, yeah...I recognized you. What is this about?"

"I wanted to speak with you about Jack. Is that alright?"

"Jack? The troublemaker?"

"One and the same, Phil."

"Is this about when he would try and bust in to the North Pole?"

"How did you know?"

Phil rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Come in, come in."

North did as he was asked and sat in the chair that was made specifically for him, which sat in front of the fireplace. He looked around the large room and was glad to see nothing had changed. There were a few paintings on the walls of Phil and his wife as well as their son. The fireplace was just as big as he remembered. The brick walls that were placed centuries ago seemed to look just as new as they day they were put in. "So..." North finally said after hearing Phil sit in the chair next to him. "...you're right...I wanted to talk about Jack trying to break in to the North P...Phil where are you going?"

"To get something important." He said simply and walked into a room. North heard some clattering but left it alone as Phil came out with a medium sized chest that was carefully painted with snowflakes and golden colored paint as well as silver. It was medium sized to a yeti but large to a normal human. "This is your answer. Everything in this chest is your answer. Jack entrusted these to me. It's how he knows me. When you saw me pound my fist into my hand, it was not what you thought. It was me telling him that I would win the next snow ball battle. We've actually been good friends for two hundred and thirty years. I allowed him to come visit me, but I wouldn't let him into the North Pole. I especially wouldn't let him in after the hot headed discussion you and Bunnymund had about the blizzard of '68. He is a good kid, and has been hurt...a lot. Here...open it, but remember...he entrusted them to me. You cannot have them. So, you will have to look at them here. I will personally be here to make sure you put them back, and believe me, I will know if any are missing."

"What are you..." North started chuckling out, but then all amusement died when he saw what was in the chest when Phil set it down on the floor and opened it. "...about." North's eyes widened at the contents of the chest. In the chest were more envelopes than North had ever seen in one place and they were neatly stacked and ordered somehow. "These...were all Jack?"

"Yes, they were, but seeing as he had no real address that anyone knew of...and he was rather difficult to contact or even catch up to...you would not have been able to answer them. I have been keeping them safe for him. There are more than three hundred. So, he wrote you more than once a year. However, the letters that started appearing more than once a year happened after the blizzard of '68 as you and Bunnymund call it. The rest...he had been holding on to them. He had his own small chest back at his pond, but he didn't have a mailbox or an address...so the magic of sending a letter to you...wouldn't have worked. When we met, we didn't get along much, but he caught on to the language of my kind quite fast. Within a year in fact. Then, I got to find out what kind of kid he was, and he told me about his letters to you...I told them that I would look after them for as long as he wished...he told me that if I could determine a good time to give them to you...then I was allowed to. Now seems like a good time. Just...keep in mind...you may get much more than you bargained for, and at some point...I will tell Jack that even if no one accepts him, the yeti will. With wide open arms and good food."

"Did you not try and feed him while he was here?" North asked as he kept staring at all of the different colored letters that were neatly closed in beautiful envelopes.

"Oh, we did, but he would only eat a little, and then he would be off again, thanking us for our hospitality, but that he didn't want to bother us. It got really bad after '68. Go on, read, and remember my words. You will get much more than you bargained for. Just...don't treat him any differently."

"Why would I treat him differently?"

"You'll understand when you read. I...was quite upset...but we talked it out, and it's in his past. Keep it that way and don't bring it up."

North gave him a worried look as Phil settled back into his chair, waiting for him to open at least one of the letters. "Do you uh...know which ones I should open first?"

"You should go from left to right and top to bottom. Start with the left side...go down that stack, when you're done with that start on the one next to it go down that stack and so on." North nodded his head and opened up the first letter on the right and began to read the most beautiful handwriting he had ever seen in any letter.