Letter from Louisa Crawford to her husband Matthew lamenting that he spent Christmas Day alone and including three stanzas of a Christmas poem. The first lines read, "Bring hither, bring hither, the light mistletoe, / From the bright holly-bough shake its clusters of snow; / They shall hang with deep ivy to grace the high wall; / For a Christmas we'll keep in my father's old hall." A crossed letter, some of the text is overlayed and difficult to read.