Lost Christmas

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I went for a very chilly early walk up the hill with Murphy this morning. There was a rather eccentric well-to-do elderly lady calling her errant dog who had disappeared. I went to tell her that he was bombing about the bushes. Between us, we managed to grab the dog and get him on the lead.

I had assumed that I had misheard his name, but no. She confirmed. His name is ‘Christmas’.

If I saved Christmas, does that make me Elf?

C