Dear Children,
At Christmas time a few grave words are not quite out of place, I hope, even at the end of a book of nonsense—and I want to take this opportunity of thanking the thousands of children who have read “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” for the kindly interest they have taken in my little dream-child.
The thought of the many English firesides where happy faces have smiled her a welcome, and of the many English children to whom she has brought an hour of (I trust) innocent amusement, is one of the brightest and pleasantest thoughts of my life. I have a host of young friends already, whose names and faces I know—but I cannot help feeling as if, through “Alice’s Adventures,” I had made friends with many many other dear children, whose faces I shall never see.
To all my little friends, known and unknown, I wish with all my heart, “A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.” May God bless you, dear children, and make each Christmas-tide, as it comes round to you, more bright and beautiful than the last—bright with the presence of that unseen Friend, Who once on earth blessed little children—and beautiful with memories of a loving life, which has sought and found that truest kind of happiness, the only kind that is really worth the having, the happiness of making others happy too!
Your affectionate Friend,
Lewis, Carroll.
Christmas. 1871.