Christmas Morning

9:00 A

My own darling,

I am alone here at the house this morning, this Christmas morning and feel that you are also, there in San Antonio. The other boys have gone out some place and I am glad. It has given me time to myself to be with you, completely alone for a while this day. I have just sat and thought of you my dear, about your face, your hair, your beautiful body, your wonderful love, in fact, about all that makes you such a wonderful person and such a wonderful wife. I do hope that you received my Christmas letter, to be opened today. I meant every word of that and did so want it to arrive for Christmas.

Darling I was so pleased with the gifts. The shaving mirror is such a fine one and I can use it so well. You are a little pixie to think of such a thing, and how you can see yourself-so clear and vividly. I know it is an exceptionally fine one. The cigars are so welcome also and I shall hoard them for my self. Junes socks were nice and I so appreciate her going to all that trouble for me. She is a true friend my sweet, and a really honest person. That is saying a great deal. I shall drop her a note thru you for I do not know her address. The leather bag will come in handy for short trips- I still would like to know exactly what it was designed for? I was disappointed in one thing- maybe I am greedy – but there is one thing I want so very, very much dearest. I want a nice, good picture of my wife.One that I can have in my bedroom, one which I can close the door to my room and alone, sit down and just look at for as long as I want. I don’t think you realize how mush is really means to me Diane. I thought sure it would be in the package. Snap shots and older pictures are not the same. I want a portrait of you as you are now. Please my dear.

The party I attended last night was rather nice- they managed to have some U.S. beer for me. I had three only for I still remember that Christmas morning years ago that I came wandering down the stairs at Outer Octagon in such a slope as to ruin everyone’s enthusiasm for Christmas morning- I said then it would never happen again and even though I am alone this Christmas, I still, I still remember how horrible that was. I feel my dearest that I have grown up or matured or something, something for which I am very glad, in the last year or two. So many things seem to have taken on a different value for me. A truer value I suppose or close I am just becoming able to truly evaluate.

Some of the fellows had girls with them the usual bunch, nice enough I suppose but somehow they just don’t seem to measure up. I always feel that they or myself are out of place. In other words there is a difference of class etiquette. Is that snobbish my dear? Anyway I did not avail myself of the opportunity for a date (thru the personnel section of the depot-some business eh?). Came home about ten-thirty with Gus S. and Roberts and opened our gifts last night. Please understand sweetheart I am not pleading my virtuousness, just telling you what goes in my lady has said that I wish. Any how the girl that I already have has survived me for even a casual date with any one else, the comparisons would be to great- anyway I am deeply in love with a certain Diane and that speaks for its’ self. Darling mine if I were only with you this morning- the gifts that were wrapped would not be the only gift I demand this morning. My dearest my dearest, I love you so completely. Please god may we always be together, may we always be happy together- I want to become old and infirm- with you-the two of us together-always.

My sweet I will close now, to mail this to you then a visit to outers and off to the squadron for dinner. I am going to play a game of golf this evening then dinner at the Yeilding tonight.

Merry, Merry Christmas my dear- - - I hate to leave you, I feel as if I were in your very arms this minute-oh dearest.

Edwin