I know, we have not talked for a while. Mostly because I kind of started to question your existence like already a century ago. It could also be the slightly unappealing tought of sitting in a heavily bearded old man’s lap (sure, you still have the energy and the logistic skills to spread a lot of joy in just one night but let’s face it, you have been with us for some time now). And since we are finally sharing a moment here a long break I might just as well confess that I might have not always been the best kid on the block. So I will keep it short and just say that I am ready to go quite far if you put Maggie under my Christmas tree:
Because dear Santa, this is pure shoe perfection, every single little micro detail of it.