December 18, 1944

Dear Mom,

Here’s a short note to let you know your Christmas packages came (two of them). So you will know which ones they were, I’ll tell you what was in them. One contained three sealed cans of Jordan almonds and mixed nuts. The others had fruit cake. Unfortunately the fruit cake was ruined (moldy) but that’s not so important because I’m not wild about the stuff anyway. Got a Christmas card from Mrs. Weiss and a note from Mollie. Mollie’s post (Christmas cards) came and I sent one to about everybody I could think of, so tell her, will you? Also, thank her. Mrs. Weiss sent a nice card with something written in it about hoping this gets over with soon, and all of us get back. Just made a comparison between her and Mrs. Miller regarding maternal affection. Lots of difference isn’t there. Mrs. Miller is always talking about her Buddie. Mrs. Weiss seems to accept Henry and Frank as “matter of fact,” though she probably thinks as much of each one and both as does Mrs. Miller. I’m wondering what sent me off on that track. This started out to be a short note and here I have half a page already. Oh well, I was always a little on the windy side. I’m now the proud possessor of ten bottles of brew hoarded away until Christmas. I’ll try and get a few more. Not too many cause I had a regrettable experience with twenty-five of them a week or so ago. Guess I can’t carry a load like I did in the old days. I’m just as well satisfied, and I’ll be rich in a few years as a result. Have a nice time at Christmas. I’ll be thinking of you. A word of caution, don’t wear yourself out getting a big dinner for everybody and their brother. Go someplace if you can, say, to the Weiss’. If you hear from Frank, tell him I wrote once and will write again as soon as I dig up his address in the mountain of letters you sent me. I loaned a kid five dollars and thus am short on airmail stamps. I’m OK physically, if that will make you feel better. How is the cat? Let me know when you get that money I sent you, also the pictures. Plus that, let me know what arrangements you’ve made about having those guns cleaned. Meanwhile, Merry Christmas to you, and Mollie. Take care of yourself.

Love,

Bun