PAGE FROST'S LETTER.

Star (Christchurch), Volume LXIV, Issue 809, 8 July 1933, Page 26 (Supplement)

PAGE FROST'S LETTER.

GREETINGS TO STARLETS.

All the Joys of Winter to You.

J)EAR STARLETS,— It’s a year since I visited Starland and found the same old fire burning that has apparently been burning all the time since I left! I intended to freeze Aunt Hilda solid, but she pleaded for a space for her Coast plans, and I allowed her that! Very good' of me, don’t you think ? On the way heTe I looked for fingers and toes; I was lucky to find a few; my opportunity is someone else’s extremity. (“Extremities,” Mr Joke-Box adds, trying to be humorous.) I have never seen so many warm scarves and berets and mittens as I have this year. I am sure all the sheep must have worked overtime last year growing wool! And then these fogs! I don’t get half a chance to paint your windows, because of these clammy, white misty things. Such designs I had selected in Iceland specially for you. And Old Man Winter is growling because I am late; I think the Lady Spring must be prodding him from behind! Well! Well! And Starland is the same cheery face, a few hundred more blue noses, twice as many more hundred red cheeks; a few old folks less; lots more babies more! That means more fun for me next year. Thank you for all your frosty poems and stories and for the piping hot menu the little ones prepared for me. Mrs Frost is a good cook, but very sparing with the pepper! Ho! Ho! Now I must freeze off. I’ll be along next year. I leave you lots of chilblains and cold -toes, and lots of brighter cheeks and sparkling eyes! After your toes! Your old friend,—

Jack Frost.