Four Christmas poems by Barbara, ages 8 through 11: “Kitty’s Christmas Greeting” (1922); “The Tree” (1923); “Silver Magic” (1924); and “Noël” (1925).
I’m not sending any cards, either, so that’s all right. Christmas doesn’t really exist this year, anyhow. Six to ten million human beings unemployed and suffering, and the weather messy and warm and rainy, and nobody with you whom you love—well, it just isn’t, that’s all. I’m damned if I’ll send any cards!
Happy New Year! Five days gone a’ready!
A thousand thanks for your Christmas gift, which was a very happy thought indeed, and which I shall read with the greatest of pleasure–and wistfulness, too, I guess. I can’t forget the torment of Wuthering Heights. It’s a haunting thing to me.