To my dearest man,
I, with all my heart, agree with your idea of naming the child Elizabeth. I think that's very thoughtful of you. As for a boy's name, I thought we might name him after you. Write back what you think.
You asked about Christmas celebrations. No brandy for me this year... Nonetheless, I am spending it with your folk, your sister has invited me almost a fortnite ago. I suggested we invite my parents, too. As your father is very fond of my father's company it was an easy decision. So we're going to spend it together, missing you still. But we'll surely be thinking of you, your sister noted she'll leave one of the seats empty, for you. I don't know how I feel about that, I feel it might make me unable to forget your absence.
Yet, I'm so happy to hear about the news of the fire calming. I guess we all have to celebrate Christmas, don't we?
For your Christmas gift, I figured to send you what every young lad has been dreaming of on the battlefield - cigarettes. I was talking to local ladies, whose men or sons are fighting, they said that cigarettes are what they ask for most often. So even though you haven't expressed any want, I am still your wife, and sometimes know you better than your own sister, hah.
I am sending a box of chocolates, too. I apologise for my gifts not being very sentimental but they're still fitting I hope!
I am also sending gifts form your family and mine, too (my mother insisted). We agreed it would be cheaper to send it all at once. Please do write to me what they are in your next letter, as they would not tell me.
I miss you so very much, and oh so dearly. I truly wish we can spend the next winter together, with one family member more.
Greetings, Kisses and Merry Christmas,
Rosie
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Til Roses Do Us Part || ✔
Historical Fiction1914 The Great War had just begun and two British newlyweds exchange letters as the conflict escalates on the Western front; one of them on land, the other in the trenches. They share tenderness, compassion and comfort. [an epistolary novel]
