Christmas After All [antikvár]

November 25,1932 Indianapolis, Indiana The day after Thanksgiving Mama and Papa believe in cold. That's why I tell Lady we have nothing to fear. You see, Mama and Papa have toughened us up on the sleeping porch. That's where we sleep with no heat and just screens, and not just in summer but all through the fall and beginning again in early spring. We're used to cold. But now we're going to be hardened off for the rest of the year in the rest of the house. You see. Mama and Papa are closing off the dining room and the big library and four bedrooms. We are moving the dining table into the living room. Ozzie will sleep in what he calls his "lab/' which is really a closet. Lady and I will be in his bedroom. It has all of Ozzie's favorite comic strips taped to the walls. Lady hates this. She has made the old bedroom that she and I share like a "boudoir." That's a French word for fancy dressing room. Lady loves Hollywood and fashion.