Dear Father Christmas,
I do apologise for bothering you. I know December is fiendishly busy, and how you manage to conjure such good cheer in it, year in, year out, century by century, has long baffled me. Are you impervious to burnout? And how are you keeping abreast of children’s wish lists these days? With written letters dying a death you must be being bombarded by e-mails and social media. Just as well you have those young elves to lend a hand. Under the circumstances, it’s audacious to send on a grown-up’s wish list, but I’ve had my arm twisted to do so by members of the
BMJ’s patient advisory panel. For some unfathomable reason they think you might find time to read it; and that your goodwill and unbelievable skills may hold the key to realising their wishes. So here goes….
