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(Today, Christmas Day, was very cold indeed—below zero last night, and only 10 above when I left for the hospital this noon. I warmed up the car first, as I’d done yesterday. Jane was doing well. No hydro this morning. In 330 I found presents from the Bumbalos for both of us. Georgia made Jane a beautiful wool small-size covering or blanket. Peg and Bill Gallagher visited Jane at 11:00 last night, sneaking in through the emergency exit, Jane said, and left presents, including wine, for us. I didn’t expect presents from anybody, and so hadn’t planned to get anything for others beside Jane. Jane and I exchanged our own gifts—candy for her, designer jeans—black and gray—for me [to my great surprise].

(Margaret Bumbalo gave Jane a colored-glass butterfly of yellow and blue-stained glass, opened flat for a wall decoration, and fastened by a suction cup. At first I thought it quite a useless gift, even if beautiful. But when I awoke to the fact that I could fasten it to a window pane via the suction cup, it was transformed somehow into a perfectly valid, evocative decoration of nature. And it was a lesson for me. “I’d have never thought of buying something like that for a gift,” I told Jane.

(But while we were eating those portions, another new development in Jane’s progress occurred —and an important one. She suddenly asked me to lay the paper dish holding the cake on her lap, and to give her the spoon. She then proceeded to feed herself—awkwardly, it’s true, and with her left hand—but she managed to carry it through, to my complete surprise. She was very pleased at the accomplishment. She said she’d asked mentally that she have some new development to show me on Christmas Day.

(Jane did no exercises. At 4:01 she began reading yesterday’s session. She got through it, but had a rough time doing so. She finally finished at 4:26. She had a cigarette while I talked of going out to the parking lot to run up the car. This reminded me of the bitterly cold days when I did the same thing years ago while working at Artistic Card Company—the job that brought us to Elmira.

Now: I bid you a Merry Christmas, as you understand the term. And I will be glad to add to my comment (in the last session) of yesterday, concerning the ancient roots of the holiday season, if you will remind me later in the week.