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Golden Valley News
Beach, North Dakota
December 23, 1943     Golden Valley News
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NUMBER 8 GOLDEN VALLEY NEWS BEACH, GOLDEN VALLEY COUNTY, NORTH DAKOTA, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1943 NUMBER 13 !i 71 Christmas, Son.. It's Christmas Eve, Son... the tree is trimmed and all aglow.., the Lawsons and the Wrights have just said goodnight, and Mother and I are alone. We miss you plenty, boy. Just as we did last year when you were at camp and we got your wire saying you couldn't get leave to come home. But there's this difference... ,a Last year we were looking backward; dreaming of Christmases past ... harking back through the years to your very first Christmas when you neglected your new gifts to play with your old shoe.., to the Christ- mas when Uncle Frank spent the whole day on the flOor playing with your new electric train.., to the Christmas, not too many years ago, when you got the chemical set and darned near blew up the whole house. piest days of our lives had gone, never to return. But this year we know that the happiest days of our lives is still to come. This year we are looking ahead, waiting for the Christmas when you and your Mary are here to help trim the tree; we are thinking of the Christmas not so far away when you will be home. And though you're farther away than ever this year-- though there's a lot of blue water between you and our front door here at home, we know that every day that passes brings a little closer the great day when you will come back to all of us. We can never forget those Christmases Past; but the joy of Christmas Present is made more real this year by the growing certainty of a Happier Christmas Yet to Come. Last year it seemed~well, as though some of the hap- Merry Christmas, son.