I cannot let Christmas come without sending you both my love and greetings. I love Christmas. … In that other world where wishes are laws, there would be a great shining wreath of holly on the door knocker, lights at all the windows, and a real party going on inside. We meet in the hall and warmly re-clasp hands. Good Heavens! I,m not above a tree, coloured candles and crackers—are you? Wait. We shall have it all—or something better! I will never despair of a real gay meeting, one of these days, for us all. It's always only an accident that the day is not fine, that one happens for the moment to be under an umbrella. It will all flash and sparkle, I truly believe that, sooner than we expect.—The very fact that we rebel at our little terms of imprisonment is proof that freedom is our real element.