From : Thun, Switzerland
December 9, 1912
Dearest Alexander,
I hope my last letter reached you. I had not originally intended to send another until I heard from you, but one of my instructors heard me mention needing to send a package and kindly brought it to my attention that if I had any hopes of it reaching you before Christmas that I had best send it now, so I am jotting this short note to accompany it and trust it will reach you in time.
Come Christmas Eve, I shall be looking out at the night sky at the North Star at midnight. It was a fancy of my mother's that I have decided to keep up. We were occasionally apart at Christmas and that was our way of being together - to be looking at the same star at the same time from wherever we found ourselves. I find myself missing her terribly as I approach my first Christmas since her passing. I had not expected it to hit me again so hard so many months later.
Ermengarde has been an absolute brick for me, allowing me to reminisce on mother. She scarcely remembers her own mother who died in childbirth with her younger brother, who also did not survive. I have resolved that I shall endeavor to be kinder to Lord Breckenridge. A double tragedy such as that leaving him alone in the world with a tiny daughter would blight the personality of many a man, I am sure.
My crutch is now propped in a corner and I hope to never need to use it again. It is amazing how freeing it feels just to be able to walk at a normal pace again without a limp.
I will write to you on Christmas Day. I believe I will also send a note to Uncle Lucien. Things might be far different for us both had he not happened upon us when he did.
Merry Christmas, Alexander.
Yours fondly,
Millicent
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