Dear Santa, I've been a good boy; honest!
Can you please bring me a panacea for my bad knee, my aching back, my diabetes, and insomnia.
I would also welcome a powerful potion that stops the bloody weeds from growing up at Haddock's, keeps the deer off, and deals with all those troublesome insects.
In Lady Magnon's absence, may I request a large bag of self-clearing-up flour (her present variety seems to get everywhere when she does any baking!). She'd also like replacement temperature gauges for both of our ovens (very important against 'cordon noir').
If you have something that makes teeth perfect again, replaces lost hair, and would make me feel like a spring-chicken (without having to put it up my nose), it would be highly appreciated.
I promise to leave a bottle of Scotch and 2 mince pies for you on the big day.
Yours in anticipation. Your faithful devotee, Cro. xx
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