Sunday, September 14, 2008

A Christmas Story

No, no....don't panic. It's still only September.

This is another Christmas story. I've mentioned, I think, that Mr. Pointy Sticks and I are doing a massive clean-up and declutter of the house. Bags and bags of stuff to AmVets and National Children's Center and almost 300 books to the local library. Anyway, today Mr. Pointy Sticks came into the computer room carrying this:

This tiny book was one of my favorites when I was a little girl. It was published in 1956 when I was two and I'd bet my mom bought it for me that very year. At any rate, I remember always having it.
There are so many things I loved about it. Like the dedication:

I loved that it explained why it said for Ursula...and wished I could have been that Ursula.

I was going to say that this was one of my favorite pages...but really, they're all my favorites. But I did love the picture of just the snow falling.

I loved Hilary Cat's little "Ohhhhh" as he helps to trim the tree. (They all got dressed in their Sunday best for the occasion.)

Alas, they finish the decorating and realize that they have no star for the top. I loved the wordless picture of Elizabeth, setting off to find a star.

After various encounters -- with a woman who gives her a cookie, a blue jay that helps when Elizabeth gets lost, a caveful of sleepy owls -- Elizabeth meets up with the "Santa Claus for Rabbits and Other Small Animals" who gives her a star. And she returns triumphantly.


(I mentioned a week or so ago that Rachel was playing doctor because she liked the book Come to the Doctor, Harry. Same author -- Mary Chalmers. She did some adorable books.)


Carrie K said...

That is such a cute Christmas story!

Rooie said...

I used to buy a new Christmas book every year when Rachel was little. I don't know that she ever cared much for them. There are a couple of Trina Schart Hyman Christmas books that I love. Perhaps I'll write about them, too.

mlw said...

I don't know those books--very sweet, m'dear. Hope Rachel is on the mend.