Disclaimer: Maybe with a royal decree I could one day own PotF?
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Lady Teslow, with only eight more months 'til Christmas, we thought we'd give ourselves a ringy-dingy to remind us of our itinerary as our reigning Yuletide Princess. We're afraid our records show we haven't yet mailed out the remaining thank you letters to merchants and individuals who donated merchandise, labor and money during last year's Santa's Toy Bag drive. Come now, Princess, 72 down and only 138 more to go. On Saturday, we're at the ribbon cutting ceremony for the grand reopening of Pickford's Paper Clips -- hard to believe it's been almost four months since mysterious magnetic mass migration of their entire inventory -- right around the time of the Yuletide Ceremony -- investigators never could explain what could have caused such an enormous electromagnetic field to have run through our fair town. The following day, Keely, we'll be regally wearing our crown at Pet Adoption Day at Wilma's Worm World; don't get our gown dirty, Dear. The Pageant Committee does not reimburse for cleanings. The next weekend we'll be joining the Committee, along with previous crowned princesses, to begin the selection of candidates as your successor. Remember that inspiring tale you told at last year's tree lighting ceremony? You were so delightful -- yeah, the Pageant is restricting all such public speeches in the future, so we should speed through this year's selection screenings now that both public speaking and the opinion portions have been dropped from the process. Suppose we'll have to invite the Prince, too. If only he wasn't such a diva. (sigh) He'll probably bring along his pooch. Alright, that's all for now, your Majesty. Oh, and remember to get a good night's sleep and lay off the chocolates, we don't want our picture in the paper plastered with pimples and dark circles under our eyes, now do we?
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