Monday, December 29th, 1794

My Dearest Theodosia,

                                               Today has been, perhaps, one of the craziest of my life. As you are well aware, I have been home for the past few days in order to celebrate Christmas and the start of a new year with my family.

It is not uncommon for my Father to be working during this time, but after his resignation to President Washington, he has spent a large portion of his time with us over the past few days. Because of this, my brother, Alexander, proposed a family day out in a park nearby, no doubt wanting to spend as much time with him as physically possible before we both have to return to school. As you are well aware, it has been extremely cold this year and my younger siblings have a habit of losing their mental state when it comes to things like snow.

Mother agreed that a day trip to the park would be enjoyable for the whole family, so she made us all wrap up in a substantial amount of clothing before we headed up to the park. Alexander, the child that he is, started what can only be referred to as the most vicious snowball fight in living memory. I can assure you, Theodosia, that this is no exaggeration, my brother did indeed cause a snowball fight to ensue in the park. He even managed to convince several other families out for strolls to join in, though some were reluctant, no one could say no to him.

Before I knew it, I was engaged in warfare against complete strangers, snowballs coming from all angles. Father said it reminded him of the war, though I do not fully understand how the two can be comparable. Then again, it is Father and he says a lot of things I do not fully understand, though one day I will. Anyway, the snowball war, shall I put it, lasted for several hours and by the time it ended all of us were cold, damp and out of breath.

Although I was apprehensive at first, I must admit that it was the most fun I have had in a long time. It would have been a lot better if you were with me to enjoy it. Maybe our Fathers could have bonded over snowballs. Alas, maybe next time dear Theo.

Yours,

Philip Hamilton.

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My Dearest Philip,

                                      The snowball fight sounds extremely exciting and certainly something your brother would insist on. I cannot for the life of me imagine your Father engaging in something that was primarily designed for children to use for entertainment.

I am thoroughly happy that you enjoyed your time with your family, though I wish I could have been there with you. It would be rather entertaining to watch our Fathers engage in a snowball fight. Who knows, maybe we can write to Washington and ask him to exchange Cabinet meetings for snowball fights, that is something I would get behind.

Father has been a little distance these past few days, though I understand why. This was our first Christmas without Mother and I know it is difficult for him, difficult on both us. If we had been given the opportunity to accompany you and your family to the park, I am more than certain it would have put a smile on his face. Or at least distracted him from his sadness for a short period of time. Not only that, but I would have been able to see you again and I would give anything for that.

Yours,

Theodosia Burr.

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Notes;

Again, there is no Historical representation for Burr and Hamilton during this exchange, but it has opened us up into moments in Hamilton's life that were unknown to us in the past. Whether this snowball fight took place or not is open to interpretation as there are no official records on the weather for that time period. However, it is interesting to see some happiness in these young children's life as we know they do not have the best of experiences as they grow up.