When I think of stories, I naturally think of books. Part of my Christmas decor ever since the boys were little is the book basket.
Each Christmas, their traditional present is a pair of pajamas and a book. This means with them now teenagers, the book basket is overflowing. I’ve expanded to the bookshelf by the front door as well.
We went from board books, C is For Christmas, I think, is the inaugural book basket book. It was here long before the book basket for one of G’s first ever Christmas presents.
We giggled together (and still do!) each year reading The Night Before The Night Before Christmas by Natasha Wing. (If you have preschool children, I highly recommend her Night Before series, lots of other holidays).
One year, The Christmas Tree was G’s favorite book ever even into Kindergarten starting the following fall.
J, being more of a math kid, enjoyed The Christmas Story, The Brick Bible one year. And enjoyed reading the chapter books of Junie B. Jones and Magic Tree House when he hit the right ages.
I still do the pajamas and book for Christmas Eve. Admittedly, it’s harder each year to find “Christmas” books. We’ve had a few duds. The book of poems went over as well as a lump of actual coal in a stocking. However, we found success and a new tradition of reading the “politically correct” night before Christmas each year.
This year, I have already set aside a book about Christmas music for J (hoping he likes it) and am still searching for a suitable Christmas book for G.
For me, personally, my favorite Christmas story ever (which we surprisingly do not have in our book basket) is The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry.
What’s your favorite Christmas story?
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