Dear Daughter of Mine:
I would like to take this opportunity to officially issue you an apology in regards to the Magical Christmas Pony I told you would be arriving for Christmas.
The truth is, I was kind of hoping the world would end before Christmas, because, you know, the Mayans and et cetera.
So when I told you that you’d be getting a Magical Christmas Pony and that Santa could fit it down the chimney and it would be waiting in the living room on Christmas day, I was, you know, lying. Which, darling daughter of mine, if you really thought about it, should have been obvious, so I think this is your fault too. Yours and the Mayans.
Anyway, you won’t be getting a Magical Christmas Pony in your stocking or, indeed, anywhere. Instead, I’d like you to enjoy this drawing of a magical pony I found on the Internet.