Thur. Dec. 25/41

Christmas Day. We do not feel like eating much breakfast. News is that the invaders are coming in on two or three sides, but our lines are holding at the present. The defenders are greatly outnumbered we are told. Our old friend, the cochero, is to move us, but first he must go to Tutuban. I took a small load by taxi, and Cecil came along later with the caratela [caretela]. Had one alarm, but do not think any bombs were dropped. Leaflets. Time bombs still going off at Nichols Field, and three huge fires out there. Very quiet in the evening, so Cecil and I took a walk down to Dewey Blvd. to see the water front. Sunset was very beautiful, and seems as though war was a thousand miles away. We went to bed very tired, as we had worked hard on an air raid shelter. What a way to spend Christmas.