November 1, 1916
Dear Father
May yours be a Happy Christmas this time with lots of the good things of life.
I couldn’t get English cards but the dreams know no nationality. (The picture on the card is of a French soldier dreaming of his wife and children.) French women and children are pretty and have splendid complexions but they have an abominable shrug of the shoulders with every second word that gives me the pip. The men look German and I’m not too keen on them.
I had nine days in London and the english women and kiddies are the finest yet. How soothing our own people are after foreigners. London City gave me an excellent holiday.
Love from son Stid.
