I love the sound of all these books and I will be adding them to my Christmas TBR. 😊 I finished A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve and I so enjoyed it! I look forward to reading more by Charles Dickens this year. Happy New Year 📚
What a great essay! I remember Great Uncle Walt, big black rocker pulled close to the woodstove, reading Hoffman. Cousin Roseanne, fifteen years older than I, always so graceful, glided down the stairs and presented him a scarf she had knit, tucking it around his shoulders before heading out to a Christmas party. I was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, as always underfoot while Nana was baking pies. You have never eaten holiday pies until you’ve had them from a woodstove! I think I was reading an old book called The Baby Animal Zoo, about a disabled little boy and his brother learning about animals and making a “zoo”scrapbook. I could relate, I was five years old but didn’t go to school yet because my legs didn’t work so well. Great Uncle Walt’s Boston terrier Trigger and Nana’s beagle Rascal were snuggled behind the stove, but Uncle Bill’s Pekingese Sneezy and a couple barn cats liked to help me read, the cats kneading on the little dog’s back as he snerped and snuffled with lazy glee. Merry Christmas, my dear.
I love the sound of all these books and I will be adding them to my Christmas TBR. 😊 I finished A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve and I so enjoyed it! I look forward to reading more by Charles Dickens this year. Happy New Year 📚
Great list of books, I get my copy of A Christmas Carol every year! 🎄
What a great essay! I remember Great Uncle Walt, big black rocker pulled close to the woodstove, reading Hoffman. Cousin Roseanne, fifteen years older than I, always so graceful, glided down the stairs and presented him a scarf she had knit, tucking it around his shoulders before heading out to a Christmas party. I was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, as always underfoot while Nana was baking pies. You have never eaten holiday pies until you’ve had them from a woodstove! I think I was reading an old book called The Baby Animal Zoo, about a disabled little boy and his brother learning about animals and making a “zoo”scrapbook. I could relate, I was five years old but didn’t go to school yet because my legs didn’t work so well. Great Uncle Walt’s Boston terrier Trigger and Nana’s beagle Rascal were snuggled behind the stove, but Uncle Bill’s Pekingese Sneezy and a couple barn cats liked to help me read, the cats kneading on the little dog’s back as he snerped and snuffled with lazy glee. Merry Christmas, my dear.