For some reason, gifts addressed to me are starting to arrive at my doorstep. Many have festive wrapping and come with cards exuding all sorts of well wishes.

According to my rough calculations, this will happen every six weeks of my life.

I like this concept.

But I am starting to see a disturbing pattern. It’s becoming painfully obvious that my Father has really pissed some people off over the years – and they’re seeking sweet revenge on me.

The photo above is just one example. Obviously a cruel joke.

Now, I will concede that I don’t look as regal as I normally do, but hot diggity darnit, this friggin’ bear suit is comfortable. Plus, it keeps caribou out of my face.

So the joke is on you, Mark Harrison.