The Diary of Dorothy Priest, December 24th 1914

Christmas Eve, and the strangest I have ever known.

It hardly fells like Christmas at all. There are remarkably few Carol Singers and hardly any of the usual Christmas festivity.  The war hangs over our minds as the thick fog we had today hangs over the land, and we seem to feel like [a] dull, dimly-lighted town on a dark, damp night. Hardly anyone is sending cards and those that are sent are mostly patriotic.  The Germans have dropped a bomb from an aeroplane on Dover.  The Kaiser said he was going to have his Christmas dinner in Buckingham Palace.  I rather think his timetable is wrong again.

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