This Treasure is paired with: Kenneth Grahame, ‘My dearest Mouse’ (Letters from a father)
Father Christmas has moved house. His bungling assistant North Polar Bear ruined the old one by knocking the North Pole into it, soaking presents with melted snow. Tolkien describes this in the letter and drawings sent to his children under the guise of Father Christmas. These annual updates arrived with Polar postage stamps at the Tolkien household for 23 years, Father Christmas’s distinctive shaky hand recounting ever more elaborate tales.
This Treasure isn’t currently on display in the Weston Library.