Author: Meltha
Rating: G
Feedback: Yes, thank you.
Spoilers: Through Deathly Hallows
Distribution: The Blackberry Patch and . If you're interested, please let me know.
Summary: Pretend for a moment that in the world of Harry Potter, Father Christmas is real. Here are letters some of the wizarding world might write to the jolly old elf.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J. K. Rowling, a wonderful author whose characters I have borrowed for a completely profit-free flight of fancy. Kindly do not sue me, please, as I am terrified of you. Thank you.
Dear Father Christmas,
Happy holiday to ya! I hope that when you upped the barley-mix feed that I told you about, it fixed the problem with the reindeer's hooves turning blue. If not, give me another Floo visit and I'll see what I can do. They're nice lil fellas… a bit boring, mind you, but sweet tempered. I suppose you were right that replacing them with dragons might cause a few too many roof fires, but you have to admit, it woulda made the Christmas cards look a lot more dramatic. Still, wouldn't want to hurt the reindeer's feelings… especially Blitzen… rather cranky, that one.
The centaurs have asked me to give you their regards and tell ya they'll be sure not to fire at ya this year. I don't know how they got so turned around last year. I asked Bane and all he'd say was "The moon is in the third-quarter." Yeah, right, that makes it all clear as day.
Fang would dearly love another one of those big bones you brung him last year. He chewed it clear into April. I never heard of a brawntosawros before, but apparently they make fine eating for a dog. Fawkes has been a little peaky lately, too. Could you see your way clear to giving him one of them phonograph records with a recording of other phoenixes on it? I could play it for him on the doohikey Prof. Lupin left, and maybe it would cheer Fawkes up for a change instead of the other way around. Oh, and me, I could really do with a new pair of mittens if you have the time.
Thanks, and I understand if there's anything you can't fill. I'll leave out the rock cakes and cocoa for ya on the kitchen table; don't forget, since you didn't see them there last year. Wouldn't want ya going hungry!
Rubeus Hagrid