Mail from the Christkind

I am the Christchild.

I fly silently through the winter air in the holy night, bringing gifts while everyone sleeps. I wear golden curls and shining wings, but almost no one has ever seen me. My words are soft as snow on a windowsill, whispering of light and hope. I appear only for a moment, leaving behind a feeling that lasts.

You will receive a very personal handwritten letter from me that still smells of stardust and fresh snow and brings you a very special message for this Christmas.