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October 3, 2019
Captain Linus van Pelt
164 Snelling Avenue
St. Paul, MN 55104
My dear Linus, a man of unparalleled sincerity:
I should like to begin by offering my most heartfelt apologies: it appears that you may have affixed insufficient postage to your letter dated October 27, 1966. Even beings such as myself, endowed with extraordinary abilities that bend the laws of time and space, are inexplicably bound by the whims of the United States Postal Service.
Although this delay of service resulted in my failure to receive your invitation in a timely fashion, I am now aware of the faith you proudly displayed in the pumpkin patch, of how you defended my honor despite the persecution you endured. When my children’ lanterns dim and their shells crumble, their spirits return to my own patch, to the place of their birth, where they dwell before I deem them Guardians and assign them to their vessels. Upon receipt of your letter, I summoned to my Great Hall the ghosts of all my children who were on active duty for Halloween in the year 1966.
It is through my subsequent inquiries conducted in the Hall that I learned how your sister, Senator van Pelt, cajoled and tempted you to abandon your principles. Three of my children overheard her threatening you with physical violence due to your religious beliefs! And yet you stood tall, deflecting criticism from your blockheaded friend with the striped shirt and the cosplaying beagle, as well as from your dear wife. Please communicate to Sally, by the by, that I harbor no ill will towards her, the attempts to dismantle your convictions notwithstanding. She was simply not ready for the truth at so tender an age. But you, Linus—your heart was primed from its first beat.
To address a concern you raised in your letter: yes, it does prove discouraging that Santa’s popularity continues to dwarf my own, year after decade after century. Your assumption that he benefits from the talents of an overzealous publicist is correct. Any rivalry between us, however, is purely professional. I consider Nicholas a tried-and-true friend, generous and compassionate to all.
Do I “try harder” than my saintly colleague, as you once suggested? I suppose I do. How observant and wise you were to notice!
In four short weeks, you shall again witness Halloween’s majesty. The pumpkin patch where you waited patiently for me blooms with anticipatory celebration. The smallest blades of grass, the softest sighs of October…all creatures living the truth of pumpkins love The Rising, Linus. They love it as you always have—with genuine, unflinching sincerity.
Perhaps you might invite your grandchildren to sit this upcoming vigil by your side? Perhaps, at long last, your patch shall be my doorway.
I await your joyous reception of my Rising, my most loyal disciple.
The Great Pumpkin
My mom requested a Great Pumpkin story.