Post from Servant Ruprecht

I am Knecht Ruprecht.

I walk softly behind Nicholas, wearing my heavy cloak, my long beard, and the little bell on my belt. I used to accompany him, checking all the lists and making sure nothing was forgotten. I speak little, but when I write, my words are calm and thoughtful, carrying the sound of old winter evenings. I am strict but not harsh, and deep within me lives a warm heart.

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