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DEAR MR. TELLO,--Me and my little sister and the baby can't have no crismus this year 'cause our father is dying and granma is sick with perelisis and our little bruther died two weeks ago and the city had to bury him. Mother is not working 'cause the baby is too little--there's ten of us all counted. So if you have any crismus won't you let us come, for we all haven't got clothes to keep us warm nor shoes, and no coal except what my big brother picks up--nothing to eat hardly. Yours respecfully.