MONDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
t got to St. Nic back to last years festively decorated basket.
More t it errible to skip a celebration ter long deliberation, I finally came up ed rim, and
a to ing a verse for each person.
Sunday evening at a quarter to eigrooped upstairs carrying t, outs and boop e attached.
Everyone t. I removed te and read it aloud:
quot;Once again St. Nico our hideaway;
It be quite as Jun, I fear, As t year.
to doubt t optimism , And by time this year came round, ed all be free, and s* and sound.
Still, lets not Jorget its St. Nic to give away.
ell o find someto do:
So everyone please look in their shoe!”
As eacook t of t, ter.
Inside eactle o its owner.
Yours, Anne
Dearest Kitty,
A bad case of flu ed me from ing to you until today. Being sick o duck under t -- once, times -- and try to keep from coughing anymore.
Most of time tickle refused to go a dizzy just t all ted to: sing out team treatment, compresses, dry compresses, drinks, s, lying still, ing pad, -er bottles, lemonade and, every tter? t part or and lay to listen to t only did ickle, but I to scy years ago and does ? After all, my
boyfriend! For t matter, be able to tell a hy one.
o , since enoug my illness. Im fit as a fiddle again. Ive gro itco get back to my books.
Ausna ting on oget probably last long. t been suc in t least six months.
Bep is still in isolation, but any day noagious.
For Cmas, ting extra cooking oil, candy and molasses. For hanukkah, Mr.
Dussel gave Mrs. van Daan and Motiful cake, op of all to do! Margot and I received a brooc of a penny, all brig really describe it, but its lovely.
I also mas present for Miep and Bep. For a o made.
t, tove stinks, and tomacy of rumbles.
t an impasse, spirits are low.
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1943
Dear Kitty,
As Ive ten you many times before, moods endency to affect us quite a bit s been getting ely. quot;ode betrubtquot;* [* A famous line from Goet;On top of t;] certainly applies to me. Im quot;on top of t; e o ot;in t; Jopies rips, scernoon teas h friends.
I dont t I long to ime for once and
to laug s.
ere stuck in ter and tmas and Neing t makes me seem so ungrateful, but I cant keep everyto myself, so Ill repeat t;Paper is more patient than people.”
side, s to keep from t;o breat; I cant do t -- on trary, I o a bold face on t ts keep coming any just once, but over and over.
Believe me, if youve been s up for a year and a can get to be too mucimes. But feelings cant be ignored, no matter or ungrateful to ride a bike, dance, t Im free, and yet I cant let it s imagine o feel sorry for ourselves or ent clearly visible on our faces. get us? I sometimes and itude and not kno be able to talk about it art to cry. Crying can bring relief, as long as you dont cry alone. Despite all my ts, I miss -- every day and every ands me. ts o be to my cer on. t take everytoo seriously, but difficult to describe t; says it all.
Do you knoo give me t sounds like quot;Mom,quot; I often call ; Momsy.quot; Sometimes I sen it to quot;Momsquot;; an imperfect quot;Mom.quot; I ; Its a good t realize t would only make her unhappy.
ell, ts enoug. My ing from quot;ths of despair.”
Yours, Anne
Its ter Cmas, and I cant Pim and tory old me time last year. I didnt understand t up again, I migo sood w
!
I told me because ;intimate secretsquot; of so many oto express alks about t fool me into tten t girl. s made ing, since blind to Mots. I o be a little like o go t he has!
Anne MONDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1943
Friday evening, for t time in my life, I received a Cmas present. Mr.
Kleiman, Mr. Kugler and tmas cake ;Peace 1944quot; ten on top, and Bep provided a batc o preandards.
t for Peter, Margot and me, and a bottle of beer for eacs. And once again everytty pictures glued to t, the holidays passed by quickly for us.
Anne EDNESDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1943
I nigo me once more.
Grandma, o Grandma. tle ood erest sook in everyt concerned us.
And to t all t time serrible secret. * [*Annes grandmoterminally ill.] Grandma was always so loyal and good. S any of us down.
ever ter uck up for me. Grandma, did you love me, or did you not understand me eit know.
e of us. You can be lonely even bdquot;dIquot; any 0 y s one an only.
And ill alive? s sco us. my fate migen miserable about w goes on here?
S I be ented and glad, except to scream in terror? Because, in spite of everytill dont deserve, and yet eacakes!
t to tears; in fact, you could spend t you can do is pray for God to perform a miracle and save at least some of t!
Anne thURSDAY, DECEMBER 30, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Since t raging quarrels, ttled do;upstairs,quot; but also betatoes in ter in t of us didnt agree atoes as seems ts and oils arent being doled out fairly, and Moto o put a stop to it. Ill let you knoeresting developments. For t feting up t (t, ours ), t it, ), tatoes (t), tras and noatoes too.
If only up completely!
Yours, Anne
P.S. Bep ure postcard of tire Royal Family copied for me. Juliana looks very young, and so does ttle girls are adorable. It you think?