The Word Cloud

The following diary is no ordinary diary, but the mental diary kept by Jack Homley:

1^st December 1901

Dear Diary

Its’ the first of December! My favourite time of year has come again! Snow is already falling from the heavens like a glittering gift from god himself to celebrate his son’s birth. I know that this year, that on Christmas day, my wish will finally be brought to life. It’s already in motion I’m sure of that. Father got a job fixing the chapel roof and mother won ten guineas in a cooking contest. She said that we might even have enough for a turkey, or maybe even a Christmas tree. In all my life I’ve never ever seen one in our house. But my wish ain’t for no dinner, nor is it for a tree, my wish will change my life forever and my family’s. Finally, we will all get what we deserve.