Hogfather - Gift

Death turned to leave the room, but stopped when Hex began to write furiously. He went back and looked at the emerging paper.
+++ Dear Hogfather, For Hogswatch I Want—

OH, NO. YOU CAN’T WRITE LETT—Death paused, and then said, YOU CAN, CAN’T YOU.

+++ Yes. I Am Entitled +++

Death waited until the pen had stopped, and picked up the paper.

BUT YOU ARE A MACHINE. THINGS HAVE NO DESIRES. A DOORKNOB WANTS NOTHING, EVEN THOUGH IT IS A COMPLEX MACHINE.

+++ All Things Strive +++

YOU HAVE A POINT, said Death. He thought of tiny red petals in the black depths, and read to the end of the list.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT MOST OF THESE THINGS ARE. I DON’T THINK THE SACK WILL, EITHER.

+++ I Regret This +++

BUT WE WILL DO THE BEST WE CAN, Said Death. FRANKLY, I SHALL BE GLAD WHEN TONIGHT’S OVER. IT’S MUCH HARDER TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE. He rummaged in his sack. LET ME SEE…HOW OLD ARE YOU?

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Hogfather - p303-304