This may be a confession of weirdness, I don't know...
I bought children's books before I had children. Before I was married or even thinking of my own children. I bought children's books because I like them. Well, good ones, like "Where the Wild Things Are", and "Blueberries for Sal". And I really like Christmas books.
Of course, having children was a great excuse to gather a large collection of all kinds of kids' books, but the difficult part is getting around to reading all of them, when every parent knows that kids, especially small kids, want the same book read to them over and over. And the Christmas books are only out for about a month each year. Now I like "The Red Ranger Came Calling" as much as the next person, but I don't want to read it every night.
The Christmas Book Basket.
No, those are not all new presents. I take our Christmas books and wrap up our favorite 24, and put them in a basket. Each night a boy gets to select a book to unwrap and read together. (Good thing 24 is divisible by 3!) I often have one new book in the mix, to surprise them.
Gunnar opened the first book, "If You're Missing Baby Jesus", one of my favorites. Wyatt followed, last night, with "Worried Arthur", a fun story for little kids. And tonight, Tate (who likes to be the last one in the rotation), pulled out "The Mitten", which isn't exactly Christmassy, but a good winter story.
I'm trying to get all our Christmas decorations up before the Open House on Saturday. So far so good, but I'm not sure I'll have time to get The Tree up... it may have to wait. This is kind of the boys' table. Their books are underneath. The candle-lamp features Santa on a Christmas train - a gift from the boys back when they were completely obsessed with trains, in general. The picture of the boys is probably from... hmmm... 2003? Gunnar looks pretty little... And of course, in the place of honor, is the Lego Nativity.