Oooh Christmas books down from the loft: Wibbly Pig and his itchy scarf, Angelina skating, Olivia the pig on Santa Watch. And our favourite, compulsory reading every night at the moment: Just for You, Blue Kangaroo. As delicious as mince pies and as cosy as a yule log fire. Still not quite there on the true meaning of Christmas, despite the madness of a nativity play in our living room on Monday, but I suppose there's a glimmer of hope in the message of Lily doing everything for her blue kangaroo, and him wanting to give something back in return.
Books and Christmas go together like holly and ivy. On woman's hour this week, I heard of a tradition of reading Dickens' Christmas Carol each year, starting on 1 December and finishing on Christmas Eve. That's one I mean to start next year. Move over, Wibbly ...
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