in association with
his elves, his elks and his grand-elves
invite all the young children of the far-off land of Moseley to a Christmas party in your very cleverly designed sailing club room overlooking the frozen lake, where I will land my sledge and reindeer on
Sunday, 16th December, at 3.00
The party starts at 3.00 and finishes at 5.00 when we will take-off from the frozen lake again to fly to Toiletpapercourt.
Sailor chief Uta has told us that there will be lots of games, jellies and cakes. My elves are hard at work making presents, which they are very good at. However, they are pants at wrapping so Mother Christmas and I will be doing this on Saturday evening.
Uta, who is making the jelly and my favourite cheescake, (she forgot last year) also says it is very important to say you are coming, by writing now, but at the latest December 9th to Sasa, the sleepy, snowy-short-haired-one, on <email@example.com> , signing the notice in the club, or preferably, both.