December 24th 1938
It’s Christmas and we are not at all in the spirit. Our little tree is bright with lights and our paper wreathes are doing their… Read More »December 24th 1938
It’s Christmas and we are not at all in the spirit. Our little tree is bright with lights and our paper wreathes are doing their… Read More »December 24th 1938
Breakfast at seven o’clock. The President and I still alone together, and both rather sleepy. He woke up, however, when I began to talk of… Read More »December 24, 1938