December 25th, 1932
Oooh, it is so hot. Even as I lay, thinking about how today is Christmas, I can't get the thought out of my mind that Jason is sick with Dust Amonya! He might die and I shall no longer be a twin! Well, dear diary, I pray for him, as this is the worste Christmas ever! Nothing can be as bad as having almost zero food and ziiippp water! The Deppresion goes on, but may our hearts stay strong!
This site contains information and advertising about Scholastic and third party products.
