I can’t remember the last time I wrote to you. But what I do remember is that you never wrote me back. And that I never got that SpiceCam Polaroid. But I know you’re a busy man and you have your reasons. I’m writing to you now because I don’t really know who to ask. They always say, “No one knows the exact day or hour the world will end.” And since you’re Father Christmas, and you prepare for it whole year round, perhaps you have a clue?