Dear Santa | Life on a Colorado Farm

Dear Santa Claus,

I am eight years old this year…I will be nine next month. I want to thank you for my wonderful walking doll, I named her Angela, she is a beautiful as an angel. I have taken very good care of her and I sleep with her every night.

If you have time would you bring me a furry foot rug for my room? My Momma has painted it a really nice color. When we were at J. C. Penney’s I saw a really nice rug shaped like a foot. If you can bring me that rug I would put it beside my bed so my feet will feel it the first thing every morning.

By the way there are lots of kids that say you are not real. But I think you are. My grandma says you are magic and as long as we believe in magic, magic is real.

Have a nice night traveling. I hope you don’t have bad weather.

Linda

Dear Santa Claus,

My mother is helping me write this as I am 5 years old and can’t spell very good yet. I saw you at the Delta Thanksgiving Parade, but I was too scared to talk to you. I stood in line a long time, but when it was almost my turn I started to cry so Momma said I could get out of line and write you instead.

I would really like a Walking Doll, Santa, if you have one in your work house. I promise not to put it in the bath tub with me like I did my Sally baby doll. I now know that water will not be good for my dolls.

My brother is just now three and he wants a yellow teddy bear with brown pants that we saw at Hesteds. He cried a long time after he saw it and Momma said we didn’t have enough money for it, but he could ask Santa for it if he wanted too.

I don’t know what he is going to ask for, but Momma said she would write the letter for him also. He wasn’t afraid, but he had to get out of line with me as I just couldn’t stand in the line anymore.

Momma said we will leave you some cookies and milk by the Christmas tree. Oh, yes, and we don’t have a fire place. We do have a warm morning heater, but that would be too hot to come down and the chimney is really small. Daddy said we could leave the front door open and you can just come on in.

Thank you, Santa! And tell Mrs. Claus Hello from me and my brother.

Linda

November 28, 1954