Spoiler alert! If you are the Colorado Makechnies, you must go read another blog today. Really, shoo shoo.
For the rest, here’s one of my favorite gifts: Books.
We don’t buy Christmas gifts for every single family in our immediate family. Every year we rotate. This year we have Glenn and Kim and their two adorable boys, 4 and 1. It’s sometimes hard to think of gifts that are useful and wonderful, exciting and fun. My hope is that 4-year-old Tate will love unwrapping and reading a book each day and Finn will love crumbling and eating the paper! Everybody wins.
I went Christmas book hunting at my favorite used book store, looking for only brand-new quality books. It was extremely difficult for me to focus only on the Christmas books because I kept finding fantastic classics like Ferdinand and Little House on the Praire, in a large print, picture form for $1. I bought them both for later 🙂 I have serious self-control problems when it comes to books.
I found 9 Christmas books, and wrapped them all individually. Then I wrote out little count-down labels, starting on December 14th-December 24th, for which day to open which book. The tenth book was for Mama Kim, Deliberate Motherhood. And papa Glenn got a Santa Mouse coloring book. Won’t he love that?
My kids have a basket of Christmas books we only bring out at Christmas, but now they say we have to wrap them up for our own little countdown. And I’m inclined to do it as that won’t be so exciting in a few years.
Packaged, and mailed. Here’s a link for 50 great Christmas books. My favorite Christmas book continues to be the one my mother read to us when I was about 10, The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.
“But as far as I’m concerned, Mary is always going to look a lot like Imogene Herdman – sort of nervous and bewildered, but ready to clobber anyone who laid a hand on her baby. And the Wise Men are always going to be Leroy and his brothers, bearing, ham…And I thought about the angel of the Lord-Gladys, with her skinny legs and her dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe,yelling at all of us, everywhere: ‘Hey! Unto you a child is born!'”