Dear Old Santa,
I'm a little boy just six months old. My mother
and I are living with Granny and Grandpa Mullins at Greenville,
Indiana.
I wish you could bring my Daddy home from
Alaska to us, but Mother says you can't, so here is what I want
you to bring me:
A high chair, a teddy bear to sleep with,
some blocks to play with, and anything else you can spare. I'm
not big enough to eat candy and nuts yet, but I will be next
year.
I'll leave you some cookies by my little stocking on Christmas
Eve.
Love,
Douglas Flincher
(Article courtesy of The
Jackson Times)
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