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December 26, 1923.

Dear Harmon: -
  
We had a very quiet Christmas Day. Fathers brothers family were here with us for dinner and I then smoked a cigar and was in bed a little after nine.
  
I spent considerable time going over the wonderful cigars that you sent to help along with the Christmas festivities. The torpedo-shaped ones were old friends and it did carry me back to the days when George G. had similar shapes in his list of favorites. It does not need cigars to form a daily reminder of your goodness and thoughtfulness but they will furnish a consoling, satisfying medium that makes consecutive thought possible and stimulates the mind when pleasant memories are in the ascendency.

You made us all very happy and Jeannette's eyes just snapped when she saw the remembrance that you sent to her. She immediately planned to save it to defray the expenses of her graduation in June, and I feel that it could be used in no better way.
   
I was indeed sorry that I could not see you on Christmas eve or on Christmas Day, but I was with you in thought and my most sincere wish was that it might have been possible to be with you in reality. But better luck next year and to that end I can couple anticipation with a hoped-for realization. That such a reunion may be possible is the most earnest wish of