In a child’s handwriting (undated, but perhaps I was about 8 or 9 years old):
“Andy McBride / P.O. Box 33 / Volcano, Hawaii 96785
Santa Claus / North Pole”
[Neatly folded note]
“Dear Santa Claus and helpers,
I bought a recipe book for my self a long time ago. Just a few days ago, Dad saw it. He said he wished he had one to. He asked me if I could find one for him. I said that was the last one left in the store. Its a pink binder with a lady chef on it, (but I would like it better if it had a man chef on it instead). Dad wants it so badly. Could you try to find one for my father? Please?
Sincerely yours, Andy McBride
P.S. My father was good all year.
Merry Christma” [in large letters]
[No corrections made]
Aww… I TOLD you that you were a sweetheart!! Ha!
Merry Christmas (4 months early to the day)!
Well, I have my days (daze?). Jeez, that was about forty years ago.
Dad kept this until his death in late 1993.
OK, it’s a little bit early. However, the Christmas displays ARE going up earlier and earlier!