From dad

Dear Paris,

                It's the time of Christmas! Merry Christmas. Mother and Madrid have already gone to Mars to celebrate with the Gunns. I'm still here in Venus. I know how much you hate travelling alone (don't know how to), so I'll wait for you to come home and then we'll go to Mars together. It's already started in Mars, and everything is exciting. Prince Ray won't be there, this year, though. How sad that they're future king is absent.
I'm getting a little off topic. Anyway, I'll meet you at the space port and we'll stay for a day in Venus before going to Mars. Have a safe trip, daughter.

Love, France.

pretty much

preeeeeeeeeeeeetttyyy much. When it comes to love, that is. "Material" things don't really matter much to me. Unless it's a really cute bag, or a hot top, or a pair of jazzy pants, or a really adorable hat... or, omg, boots! I love booooots. Other than that, all's well. :-)