The house is quiet here now as everyone who has skates has gone out to find a frozen pond. Ced, who has no skates anyway, is working on his car. Incidentally, I have bought him a pair of skates with your Christmas money and Dick a pair of skis.
While we were at dinner the phone rang and Dave, who answered it, reported that the American Railway Express in Bridgeport had a box of fruit from Florida consigned to us and asked if we were coming down to get it. With the possibility that we might stop in there when we went down for Elsie (Duryee, Grandpa’s sister) we said maybe, but no one has gone down yet, so we don’t know who sent it to us and will have to wait now until Tuesday to find out.
Mack has just come in and squatted down near this machine. Oh, how I wish Santa would send him a bath for Christmas. He’s almost ripe. Even the fleas are getting discouraged.
For dinner today, ye amateur chef supplied: tomato juice cocktail, roast Turkey with sausage dressing, cranberry sauce, sweet pickles, stuffed olives, baked white potatoes, giblet gravy, fresh peas, cider and fruit pudding a la Guion.
Tomorrow I plan to have fruit cocktail, Virginia baked ham, celery, currant jelly, ripe olives, sweet potatoes, Brussels sprouts, plum pudding with hard sauce, cider, nuts and raisins. And much of this, dear boy, was made possible by your generous check, part of which was spent on some of the good things to eat.
Christmas day in the evening.
Dick was quite thrilled with his skis and Ced put on his new skates at once and has gone out to try them with the other skaters in the family and visitors who are inclined the same way. I don’t know where they went but I have an idea it was Pinebrook.
While we were talking of you today, Aunt Betty asked if you got your own meals in your little home that you referred to in one of your recent letters. I couldn’t answer her as to the meal arrangements because I don’t recall you ever having mentioned whether or not you get all your meals at a central dining hall or whether each group of cabins has their own chef, etc. You might tell us some time more about your eating arrangements.
Did the company give you a bonus for Christmas? Did they have a tree, or Christmas party, or what? I’ll be anxious to hear what sort of a Christmas you had and just how you celebrated it. Meantime, while this will reach you after Christmas has been a memory only, it is very real right now, as is my old but sincere wish that this may be a Merry Christmas.
Thursday and Friday, you will be reading the Christmas letters written to Lad from all the guests at the Trumbull house on Christmas Day, 1939. On Friday I will post two Christmas cards received by Lad in Venezuela.