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Dear Smith,

Merry Christmas! Hope this letter finds you in good spirits and health. You wouldn’t believe the day I have had! I had long wanted to buy a roll-top desk, the old kinds that look regal and classic. Yesterday, walking through the street I spotted one at the corner of the street in a garage sale. It was a damaged in many places but seemed repairable, so I decided to invest in it. I was carefully working on it at home last night when I came across a letter hidden in a secret drawer. It was a soldier’s letter to his beloved wife, written a day after Christmas day in 1914 from the war trenches somewhere near Germany. He had this amazing Christmas day he had, where the British and the German force that put down weapons and made merry together for the day. They shared food, played football and sang carols in the night. Wonderful as it may sound, I don’t think the man ever return home from the war. His wife, now an old lady lived by herself for years waiting for his return. I went to see her at the address on the latter and found the house burned down. She had been rescued in time and been moved to a nursing facility. I went there to see her and return the priced letter but she took me for her dead husband Jim. I was startled and wanted to correct her but she had a bright smile on her face and I decided against it. She was happy, even if mistaken she was contented after years of wait to have met him her Jim. How could I take it away from her? So, I sat there with her until she was tired of talking and the visiting hours were over and she was ready to bid goodbye to her Jim.