Entry 35: "Happy Holidays" 12.25.78
Merry Christmas-or whatever it is that those reading this journal end up celebrating. Today could be best described as a hectic mess for me. As the Chaplain I had to host 6 services today: two Catholic, two protestant, a Baptist, and a standard service for the one Russian Orthodox family (who don't celebrate Christmas until January).
What this meant was I had work from 6 am until 3 pm today. When I was finally done I was able to join Nora's family for Christmas dinner. Her mother and father always sat at the same table in the cafeteria, so after we all got food I opted to sit with them instead of with Joe and the other guys.
After some light conversation, and some not-so-subtle threats towards my person by her father, we finished the meal and Nora and I decided to break off and go to my room.
I knew that neither of us had gotten each other anything truly astounding-as we already knew how few were the few possessions spread across the Vault. I had managed, however, to make her a set of hair combs out of some old Nuka-Cola bottles. I had Andy help me out with using some of the tools to cut out the shapes and then worked to file down the slender prongs to a smooth finish.
She was quite surprised when I showed her. She smiled and we shared a quick kiss as she then pulled out a small box for me. Inside was a leather bound book. It was an empty journal. I had told her about my logs on here and she said that when we return to the surface I can use it to tell about our life together above.
I honestly don't have a clue what awaits us above, but for now I know I need to confront the Overseer about what's going on down here. As soon as the holidays are over I'm going to visit and demand answers.