A Letter To Old Santa


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)