Friday 11 to Tuesday 22:
N.n.
Wednesday 23:
We set up a manger, built of clay, on a table. The spirit of Christmas is everywhere. This will be a very sad Christmas for you as well as for me.
Thursday 24:
The weather is misty. Tonight I stayed up with the staff to make the presents and place them in the shoes.
Friday 25:
Noel, Noel, Noel, this is the day that is normally so joyous. But you are far from me; where? If we could only celebrate our Christmas quietly around a very modest Christmas tree, in Auch! Oh well, perhaps next year we will be together again? –
We ate well at noon and also in the evening.
Saturday 26:
I think fondly of you.
Sunday 27:
Mr. Bremond sent me to La Rouviere because I talked to the Germans. I cried a lot but he promised me that I would be allowed to return to Les Caillols.