Wednesday, December 23:
Set out early in the morning to hurry up the unpunctual people.
From noon on occupied with the tree, I tell R. that the motto for this Christmas is: “Nonsense, thou hast won!” R. works on a letter about the performance of Jessonda.
Our four musicians come in the evening, and, while I stand on the highest rung of the ladder, the “Nibelungen Chancellors” hand me the various shining objects; at the same time R. is talking about the primitive Christians in Gfrörer’s book, which he is reading with the greatest interest.
Toward 11 o’clock we are finished.