A Christmas Love letter written in 1942: "What Do I Want For Christmas?"

Last summer's moon will do.  Stars that we have plucked together;  mabe a kiss or two.  Rain on my cheek in the autumn when all the trees are bare.  Brush of your lips against my cheek.  Wind blowing through my hair.  Tape for the first hurt of broken dreams.  Pink lemonade with straws.  Mabe another date with you.   Is there a Santa Claus?           author unknown...