Cookies to Jkaplis, who gave me the idea's.

No where in the book. A letter from Almanzo, telling his family about meeting Laura.

December 27th 1882

Dear Mother and Father.

Merry Christmas!

I admit it's been a while since I have written. But I have been busy, with the farm and the store. The town has been putting on entertainment on in the evening, it's such been such a delight. Well I did fall asleep during one of the performances, but that besides the point. If only Royal would understand that, he just looked over my shoulder laughed and I was snoring.

Lady and Prince are doing wonderful, Father best horse anyone could of asked for. How is Star doing my old girl? I plan on getting a new team to break in and sell for some cash. Now mother don't go thinking I'm tight on cash, 'cause I'm not. Just looking towards the future. A man of twenty-five should, shouldn't he?

How is Eliza? Hasn't given up on teaching I hope, or has gone and found herself a beau yet? I received a letter from Laura-Ann, few weeks ago, says little Ralph is growing like a weed, and can't believe he's almost a year. Hopefully I will be able to visit for Christmas next year and being able to see all my nieces and nephews I've only heard about.

Now onto the reason I am writing.

I have met a certain young lady. Her name is Laura Ingalls. Her father is a farmer, carpenter, and has a building in town. Well known in the town and one of few first settlers in the town, her mother is gentle woman quiet.

Laura is small pretty thing Mother, about head or so shorter then I. With blue eyes like the night sky so vivid that sparkle with there own little stars. Her hair is long golden brown, it reminds me of cinnamon.

I've been walking her home from church at night, mostly and told her of the cutter I am making. I plan on taking her sleigh riding if her parents permit it, for she is to be teaching school as well. She is excited for her first post. You see Mother, Laura is few months short of being 16. I can see your face mother, but ten year truly isn't that bad. Father and yourself are eight years apart. But something about this girl fascinates me. She is unlike the other girls with their upturned noses and line of beau's. She has a certain spunk to her, that in the twinkle of her eyes but often shy at the same time. And she understands and loves horses. Though she constantly says her Pa says she to little to drive them or control them for herself.

Anyway mother, I will end this letter for now. I'll hear from you in the new year. 1883, what a fine one it shall be I believe. Tell everyone I said hello, and Roy says hello as well.

Love your son

Almanzo Wilder.

Hoped you liked it.

JKaplis, since I wrote it with you in mind.

As well as everyone Thank you!

SCB