New. York. Christmas Saturday. 25. th. December. 1841.
Mild and damp with occasional gleams of sun shine. A spring day, of changes. G. and I arose rather earlier than usual, to prepare the toys for the children. We both put on masks to deceive them into the belief that “Mr and Mrs St. Claus”, were in the parlour. My disguise was quite good, but Garret did not succeed as well. The children came jumping in, but were all in tears, on our flying up to embrace them. “Sis”, and Remsen regardless of their toys, ran for the door, but Louis plucked up courage enough to remain. We soon threw off our masks, and were in the midst of Toys, delighted to watch the happiness of the little monkeys. Julie was rather disappointed in her bed.stead, is was too small to please her taste, or mine. Her box of wooden furniture she did not admire much. At one oclock, we all went up to nineteenth street to eat our Christmas dinner, our usual party soon assembled. The Dr, wife, and sons, Isabella and Ferdinand, Mr & Mrs Hasbrouck, daughter and sons two in number. Mrs Schoolcraft, son, and daughter, were strangers, but agreeble [sic] in acquisitions to our family circle. The dinner passed off very well, Louis, was rather unruly, and Remsen from a small table in the corner cried in an audible voice, three times to his father, “Tommy”. which in his vocabulary means something. At tea time our party was enlarged by the arrival of Mr and Mrs Woodcraft & the Miss Remsens. Our carriage came early, and we left at seven oclock, just two hours sooner than I felt inclined to leave. Mother, and Pa, were both quite well, although they have both been sick in bed with colds. Pa has had his cold three months, and looks very thin. My Christmas present, was a droll one, but just…[article] I had expected. It did not drop from the clouds. Julie, put on a mask, and performed Mrs St Claus quite well. The ladies all looked very well, and the party was quite agreable [sic]. I did not get enough to eat, but it was Louis fault, he prevented me from makeing a comfortable dinner. We subscribed to the Grahm [sic]*magazine for another year. Simon, went up to mother’s to assist at the table, he made out very well. Pigot, sent my mosaic pin home it did not suit me exactly. I must record this as a delightfull “Christmas day”, if not very merry, at least cheerfull and happy.
* A 19th century magazine established by George Rex Graham. It was also referred to as Graham’s Lady’s and Gentleman’s Magazine. Publishing short stories, critical reviews, and music as well as information on fashion, Graham intended the journal to reach all audiences including both men and women. Edgar Allan Poe became the editor of Graham’s in February 1841 and soon was publishing the harsh critical reviews for which he became known. It was also where he first published “The Murders in the Rue Morgue”, now recognized as the first detective story.