(Transcribed from a letter written to Brad Spiker by
his wife Alice around December 1944 while he was serving in the
military. An image of the original
letter, written on Christmas wrapping paper, can be viewed here.
Image submitted by Mike Spiker.)
Merry Christmas 1944
My Dear, since I can't send you a christmas
package, I'll use the wrapping paper to write a letter.
When I met you, it never occurred to me that
some holiday season I would be writing across the ocean to you.
Yes, it is true; we are an ocean apart. But to me you are as
much a part of my Christmas spirit as if you were here. You were
with me when I bought our gifts. In my mind I asked you about
each one. If you didn't approve, we got something else.
Perhaps it was easier to do your Christmas shopping that way -- no
This year you will spend your holiday season
sacrificing everything that makes a Merry Christmas -- no, not
everything, you still have your God, -- sacrificing that we may
celebrate, not only this Christmas, but the many yet to come.
Next year you and I are going to celebrate
for the three Christmases we have missed already. Can you plan
to get three day's living in 24 hours?
After we have our plans, we will most likely
spend the day washing our dinner dishes. You see, we may have
I hope you eat your Christmas dinner with a
nice French family who have an attractive daughter.
Of course you are to forget her immediately
after the 25th of December 1944.
Honey, I love you for every day since we
first met. Can you count that far?
All My Love Always,