2. Dear Journal December 24th, 1843
My bad was like any other day but the hear of merry Christmas came up more than ever. What is so merry about Christmas? Why is my nephew so jolly and deiced he has any right to come into my house and tell me to have happy about Christmas? What right does he have? The people outside singing about God blessing a merry gentleman? Ehh, why would Gob bless anyone, doesn't he have enough people to take care of? I do not care of Christmas and I never will! My nephew and family seem to be a fan of this horrifying day they wanted me to have dinner and talk with them. You know I say to that? Bah, Humbug! He did not believe that Christmas is a humbug. Also the merry part? Why does anyone have to be merry about especially him, his poor enough. I'm sure everyone is poor. When i went outside today the clerks bedded me for money. We have prisons don't we? I am sure we have plenty.People like that belong there! Christmas is nothing but selfish children and jolly people. What is there to be jolly about. This is all a bunch of humbug, but does people listen to me? No they rather listen to the tortured myths of you being merry about Christmas. My family is apart of this disaster too I can not believe it. I should stop with all the noon-sense Christmas goodbye for now.