New York, Dec.10, 1878.
Dear Santa Claus:
Papa is going to give me a Christmas tree, and he says that you will put nic去眼袋神器,e things on it if I ask you.I would like a gun that will shoot, and a rubber ball that I can throw hard, and that will not break Ma妹妹a’s windows or the big glass in the parlor.
Now, please don’t forget to come.I live on Fourth St., number ten.
I will go to bed at eight o’clock, and shut my eyes tight.
I will not look indeed I won’t.
Your little boy
Willie.