Christmas Morning
Dear Mom + Dad,
Merry Christmas to you. It is now around 7:30AM and I’m waiting for my breakfast. It still doesn’t seem like Christmas to me but it is. I thought I’d write to you the first thing this morning even though you will receive this message after Christmas. At least you will know my first thought was of you and home. I wish I could be home to enjoy this day of peace with you but I have a bigger job to do.
Last night we had a little Christmas Eve party that some of the boys made up. Everyone got a little silly ten cent present and it was a lot of fun. My present turned out to be a drum as it seems they have found me banging on various things at random times. It is a very nice idea and it helped take some the sad edge off the eve.
I wrangled myself into a pass from 10 to 10 today so at least I can go to town and have a little nicer day than at the post here. I’m going to eat dinner at the St Anthony Hotel, the nicest place in town. I will at least get a small kick out of the day anyway.
I’m going to try and send a telegram to you if I can. You know they cut out getting(?) telegrams so I’m trying to figure a way so that it will comply with their rules and yet get by. You know I will be thinking of you and my heart will be at home.
Well folks I had better quit before my nostalgia gets the best of me. Incidentally it is raining here and is a nasty day. A fine state of affairs. Merry Christmas and the best to you.
All my love
Bob
Bob
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