*In the background, the strains of a seasonal ditty can be heard*
Dearest Festivult Jester,
Where are you? You don't call, you don't write. I stalk... ahem.. I mean.. uh.. I wait patiently, yeah, patiently for your return, yet it seems I must content myself upon your arrival with these infrequent liaisons, and never without first presenting you with some token of my regard... but then I must keep coming back since the sweetness of your response is ever the addictive compulsion. Even the... um... less than complimentary tributes that are testament to some imagined naughtiness. Please, Festivult Jester, come back to me. I'll even stop complaining about having to share you with other adventurers...
The many...many.... many festivult treasures that you gave me are a constant reminder... Yes, I admit it, I hoarded the small cakes, cookies, and candies from the last turning of the twelfth moon... Hey, they keep well in a sealed vault- and they comfort me in your absence. But now, I yearn for more! In past times, my birthday has proven a harbinger of your return, I pray that it is so once more, as that day has recently passed.
Come back to me, Festivus, I miss you.