This is a long delayed Christmas letter which I meant to get off before Jan 1st at any rate but like all postponed things it has been kept waiting much longer than I had any idea of. Both Florence and I want to thank you each one, Margaret, Jessie and Nellie for your lovely Xmas presents—they are beautiful, the picture and the books also, and we are enjoying them all. Florence is so behind hand with her own letters that she has commissioned me to enclose her thanks in my letter.
I suppose you had your usual big time at Christmas—I wish we could have been there to share it. We had a very quiet but very happy time here. The furnace did not “bank” so I had to work in the morning but the rest of the day we had a good time and went down to Cousin Robert's for egg nog in the evening. Florence hung up her stocking and apparently Santa Claus knows the way even to Mannie for in the morning it contained a tin horn, a 5 cent dolly baby and some candy and nuts. We were so disappointed at not having Stock with us as we expected.
Look here I have a question to ask—have you girls forgotten how to write, have you developed writer's cramps like Papa, or have you lost our address? Now which is it? I havent seen a line written by any one of you for ages and ages—I think a reformation is in order.
I suppose Madge told you all about our little home here at Mannie—the