"December 12, 1942
...Has there been much snow yet? All the boys are singing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” now and looking a little forlorn when they think of it. I guess that’s just something else to get over. Well Ma, I’ll close now with love to you and the folks and in case I don’t get another letter out before then, here’s wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a lot more of them after this one. So long Mom.
Your loving son"
From my Dad's letter home, December 1942
USMC