24th December 1938

We had our traditional Xmas tree and Marion was as excited as ever. The chief present was a martin fur for her neck, besides Snow White cut-outs, record and a long dress which she at once put on. To surprise me she learnt a French poem of 16 verses, after having pretended she could not learn more than 4 verses of it when I was teaching it to her, during her lessons. On Xmas -Eve she recited it without a mistake.
We had a White Christmas, deep snow and 12 celsius below zero.