What an unpleasant picture, Cissy. And as much as he likes his little indulgences, you know my husband is just as apt to forget himself for hours at a time over some cursed trinket, then come gasping up the stairs, parched and ravenous. It's good, then, that I left all the elves with specific instructions to attend to his feeding times.

I do hope that you restrained yourself from sending Hydra a hamper as well, or else she'll come home swimming in the stench of sweets.