22 December 1982
It's almost Christmas.
Gretchen loves Christmas. I learned that last year. She likes everything about it, I'm glad she enjoys it, you can tell she enjoys it.
We do not love Christmas. Of course, we didn't grow up with the sorts of Christmas that Gretchen is used to, I reckon I would if I grew up where Christmas was something. Or we had the money I don't know. I'm glad she enjoys it and I'm sorry that she gets let down because we're not as into it. It might not be that, it me be m
Last month, Gretchen kept some stuff at the house. I thought it was strange, I don't understand why we did it. Or she did it or whatever.
I'm less sure of things I was before.
That's what it is.
Happy Christmas everyone.