Dear friends
You will find below an absent soldier father’s wartime Christmas letter to his young daughter. The power and simple eloquence of these words and the writer’s ability to say so much in so few lines are to me simply astounding. In this short letter he manages to convey the real causes of the war he was fighting, he places the role of material wealth in its proper prospective and he expresses the warmest love and devotion for his daughter.
Not only these things, though he is quite frank about the unjust suffering that has been thrust upon his Country and his family by an unprincipled enemy, he is able to instruct his daughter how she as a true Christian should conduct herself amidst such oppression and adversity.
I doubt that you will find more truth and wisdom in fewer words short of the Psalms, the Proverbs or the Sermon on the Mount. I would that your humble correspondent could say one tenth that really matters with twice the ink.
Please accept his letter as a gift from a Christmas Past. These words should hold great relevance for all Americans in the present. May we endeavor to do as this great Christian did and as he instructed his daughter. Let us “pray for a better spirit and that the hearts of our enemies may be changed”.
A very merry Christmas to you and yours.
May the Old Master hold you in the palm of his hand in the coming year.
God save The South.
“My Dear Daughter,
Having distributed such poor Christmas gifts as I had to those around me, I have been looking for something for you. Trifles even are hard to get these war-times, and you must not therefore expect more. I have sent you what I thought most useful in your separation from me, and hope it will be of some service. Though stigmatized as ‘vile dross,’ it has never been a drug with me. That you may never want of it, restrict your wants to your necessities.
Yet how little will it purchase! To compensate for such ‘trash’ I send you some sweet violets, that I gathered for you this morning while covered with dense white frost, whose crystals glittered in the bright sun like diamonds, and formed a brooch of rare beauty and sweetness, which could not be fabricated by the expenditure of a world of money.
May God guard and preserve you for me my dear daughter. Among the calamities of war, the hardest to bear perhaps, is the separation of families and friends. Yet all must be endured to accomplish our independence and maintain our self-government. In my absence from you I have thought of you very often and regretted I could do nothing for your comfort. Your old home, if not destroyed by our enemies, has been so desecrated that I cannot bear to think of it. I should have preferred it to have been wiped from the earth, it’s beautiful hill sunk, and it’s sacred trees buried rather than to have been degraded by the presence of those who revel in the ill they do for their own selfish purposes.
I pray for a better spirit and that the hearts of our enemies may be changed. In your homeless condition I hope you make yourself contented and useful. Occupy yourself in aiding those more helpless than you. Think of your father always.”
R.E. Lee
December 25, 1863