Christmas Letter Edit
Sweet Angelica, my dear daughter
I guess it’s harder to say what needs to be said than I thought. It’s strange thinking of you so far away. It’s hard to think back on all the days I’ve missed and the smiles that have slipped by since I had to leave. Another Christmas is come and gone, another holiday I can’t see you, another birthday I missed because of what happened. I wish more than anything I could talk to you. I want to know what kind of person you’ve become. I want to be there for the birthdays, and to give you daft advice and all those things I always wanted to do as a dad. I wish I had the chance to tell you in person. Instead, all I have is a memory of your face and the hope that you can remember mine.
I wanted to say I’m sorry. You deserve better than to have a father who isn’t there. Rest assured I will prove my innocence, your daddy is not a bad man – no matter what anyone tells you. And your daddy loves you – no matter what Anyone tells you.
This is strange place. I spent so long when I was your age wishing I was on the moon. Now here I am! Nothing like I thought it would be, but then I never thought I’d be here as punishment. It does have its charms though. Right now I’m looking up at you - watching you from my window and wondering when I might get home. I fight for you every day, hoping to get back. I promise, no matter what dangers I might face, we’ll see each other again. It’s been hard, life here is unforgiving, but it’s not lonely. There are a lot of others here, my squadmates, most of them pretty good; most of them! Though more than a few who deserve to be here, even some of the good ones, but they keep me going and they miss home too.
You be good for Father Christmas, I hear from the guys he’s based somewhere up here you know. I’d like to put a good word in for you, but you know how the old guy can get. Just be good for your mum, and give her a kiss from me. Tell her I love her, and I wish I could see her.
I’ll see you soon
All my love
I guess it’s what needs to be said. It’s strange thinking of you. It’s hard to think on all the days since I had to leave. Another Christmas gone, because of what happened. I wish I could talk to you. I want to know what kind of person you’ve become.
I wanted to say I’m sorry. You deserve better.
This is strange place. Nothing like I thought it would be, but then I never thought I’d be here as punishment. It’s been hard, life here is unforgiving, but it’s not lonely. There are a lot of others here, my mates, Though more than a few deserve to be here.
You be good for Father Christmas. be good for your mum
I’ll see you
Edited by the Prisoner Communications Bureau for reasons of Confidentiality. Message restricted in accordance with prisoner family protection legislation ref 566/c amendment B.