I have been a very good girl this year (perhaps, the old gentleman is a bit forgetful, and won't remember that it has been many decades since I wrote my last letter to him), I only have one wish. It is a very special wish. I really, really, really want a copy of old James Peter McPherson's diary. You know the one, that goes back to 1842; the one where he list how much the fare for "canue boats" on the Erie canal cost. O, please, you've got to remember the diary, its the one where James Peter was Justice of the Peace for Dane county and listed all the marriages he performed. I know that you might not think that I would be interested in how many hours Uncle worked, or Jim dragging the grain, or how many loads of sand and water went to building the school house, but I really am. O, please, that is all I really want for Christmas -- a copy of JP's diary. I will even be a very good girl next year, if I can just get a copy of that diary.
By the way, milk and cookies will be laid out for you -- just like decades ago -- and I am a much better cook nowadays.