Once upon a time, children, many many years ago, when I was just a little boy, I came across a pixie at the bottom of my garden. I caught hold of him and held him tight and he promised me three wishes if I would set him free. I won't reveal what my three wishes were. Suffice to say, however, that I wish I hadn't wasted one on a new train set! But I digress! After I'd set the pixie free, I found this tiny, little pixie picture under a geranium shrub. It had fallen from the pixie's teeny-weeny lil waistcoat pocket. I have treasured it ever since. Proof positive of Santa's existence, as far as I'm concerned! I mean, if you can't trust a pixie, who can you trust?
