December 25th, Christmas Day
Very early this morning 4 children came creeping into our room each laden with their stockings which they opened with much excitement on our beds, and soon we were covered with a litter of pencils, paper, sweets, apples, oranges etc…what is there I wonder so intensely exciting in a stocking, I can myself remember it well.
It has been a pouring wet day torrents fell all day long but despite the fact dear old Gran got down to Church and stayed to communion which Mr Watson kindly brought down to her seat. Mother was so awfully bad that she didn’t venture out. After lunch we simply flew about carrying in all the presents to the dining room and dressing the tree in which we got Maggie’s help and by 4 we were ready and had tea. To this came the Skippies, Capt. Masters, Colonel Sandilands and Mr Burn so for our tree we had pleasant additions. At 5.0 it was lighted up, the magic bell was sounded and in trooped all the children and servants, the men, their wives and children. When all the presents had been distributed and the tree stripped I turned my attention to my own presents and there among many other lovely ones I found in a tin tobacco box Mother’s lovely second diamond necklace. At first I thought it just a joke and was rather appalled at the thought of such a thing! but in very truth the thing belongs to me and I am proud! The men had the wildest games with the children who were dressed up in suits of red Indian kit given them by Mrs Skippy and Baby who clutched a packet of sweets tightly in her warm pud was found to have rubbed it well all over Capt Skippy’s coat and trousers! It has been such a jolly day.

December 26th
A day of pouring rain again, such weather and fearful gales and loss at sea, how sad to think of when at this particular season everything feels somehow as though it ought to be gay. We were to have had tea at the Skippy’s and gone to an entertainment in the Schools but it was too wet and so we shirked both but were fully occupied in writing dozens of letters to innumerable kind friends to thank for presents etc…

Letter writing and church took up the next few days. Wynne expressed the hope that her friends would lose their pens, ink and paper! The children went off to other parties, some becoming rather seedy, no doubt as a result of over indulgence. Wynne’s niece, Win (Lees) was kept in, and spent Sunday reading “The Last Days of Pompeii” “with her longs legs spread out in front of her!”

December 31st

Mother and H went over to lunch at the Grays whilst I stayed at home and prepared for my childrens’ party and got Maggie to help me do the string entanglements for the String Hunt, this took us the best part of an hour and we could not of course commence until the kids were dressed and downstairs. The Kavanaghs, Howards, Camerons and Margaret Duffus came and after all the string had been unravelled we played wild games, a new one introduced by the Howards called “Giggipeg”, most thrilling and entertaining. This evening being the last we sat playing Dummy Bridge till 12.0 when we went out to listen to the bells at Farnham and to let the New Year in. Alas I am sad 1912 has gone it has been such a jolly year in every way, and we have been so awfully happy. One always wonders when one stands on the brink of a new year what it will bring forth. Mais nous verrons, and when 1913 ends I will try and remember to take out this Diary and read these words. Goodbye.

(There is no evidence Wynne did this – she did occasionally go back and annotate, but not in this case…)