That has been since my birth the great day of our house, the evening of festivity and love,
of gratitude, of the renewal of the bond between my parents and myself.
This time everything was depressing and embarrassing.
As usual my father read the portion of the gospel about the shepherds in the field “keeping watch over their flock by night”;
as usual my sisters stood radiantly before the table on which the presents were laid out.
But my father’s voice was sad, and he looked old and constrained.
Mother was unhappy; for me everything was equally painful and unwished for, presents and good wishes, Gospel and Christmas tree.
The ginger-bread smelt delicious and exhaled thick clouds as of sweet remembrances.
The Christmas tree was fragrant and told of things which existed no longer.
I longed for the end of the evening and of the holidays.
So passed the whole winter. It was not long before I was severely reprimanded by the faculty and threatened with expulsion.
It could not last much longer. Well it made no difference to me.
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