JACK FROST'S LETTER.

Star (Christchurch), Volume XLIV, Issue 145, 20 June 1931, Page 18 (Supplement)

JACK FROST'S LETTER.

OUR SPECIAL WINTER PAGE. CRYSTAL-CRUSTED LACE AND OTHER GEMS. JJA! HA! HEE! HEE! Here’s a jolly surprise for you to-night, for you did not expect a letter from me, I know. Where :Aunt Hilda and how did I get rid of her till I wrote this letter? Ha! Ha! I just drew my frosty hands right down her side and changed her into an icicle! There she stands frozen and stiff, with only her nose and cheeks aglow till I show you what sort of a children’s editor I can be! Old Man Winter and I came along together. We go everywhere together, especially at night. We do such lots of work together, freezing the puddles, the clothes on the line! Hanging crystal-crusted spiders’ lace on every gate-post; freezing noses and toes-ses —you know the rhyme Mr A. A. Milne has in his book, “ The House at Pooh Corner.” “No one knows—tiddely-pom How cold my toes —tiddely-pom Are growing.” Huh! He wrote that when I was around paying him a visit, I guess. I have been laughing at the way you all hate me—you see I’ve read the Starland mail this week. One would guess from your letters that I hadn’t any good, points at all, that all I did was to make people suffer. True, I do have to be cruel to be kind, but if it weren't for me there’d be no spring, remember, I really have a pretty big mission for I’ve got all the vegetable and flower gardens to pulverise and get ready for the sowing season. And I’ve got rocks and cliffs to crack and heaps of other really useful things to do. And if I do whip the old tired blood into your noses and cheeks, it’s really making you much more healthy and active. Aunt Hilda is trying to protest, but she’s still quite stiffly frozen! Thank you for all the help you’ve given my page to-night, even if some of the remarks were not very complimentary! I hope you’ll like the page; I didn’t freeze the artist till she had drawn the heading properly. Ha! Ha! Now I must go and unfreeze poor Aunt Hilda! Here’s an icicle for each to eat; you can pretend it’s an ice-cream. And don’t call me any more nasty names, please, or else—- “ Nobody will know, tiddely-pom How cold your toe, tiddely-pom Will shortly grow, tiddely-pom.” A frosty farewell to you all and a greeting from Old Man Winter and your friend and helper— Jack Frost.