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Favorite Christmas Books To Read Aloud

I was originally going to include the phrase “Top 10 Best” in the title of this post, but that seemed a bit ambitious; there’s probably a ton of great Christmas children’s books out there that I haven’t discovered yet. This is just our own family’s top 10 list of personal favorites. I’m posting them for other families who might be looking for some great stories to add to their Christmas collection. These are listed in order of age of target audience. In other words, #1 is intended for the youngest children, and so on.

1. Christmas Mouse, by Cyndy Szekeres. 3- to 5-year-olds will empathize with the little mouse who wants to help his family get ready for the Christmas party, but keeps being told that he’s too small.

2. A Firefly In A Fir Tree, by Hilary Knight. Charming re-telling of the 12 Days of Christmas, for mice. (Hmm, I guess my kids really like mice.)

3. The Magic Carousel, by Dorothy Levinson. Our copy is illustrated by Ati Forberg, and the dreamy, stylized images really fit the whimsical story.

4. Snowmen At Night, by Caralyn Buehner. It’s Mark Buehner’s luminous moonlit illustrations that make this book such a treasure. Plus, hidden images for kids to search for on every page!

5. How The Grinch Stole Christmas, by Dr. Seuss. The original classic, freshly captivating every year. (Of course, you have to try and sound like Boris Karloff when you read it aloud.)

6. The Polar Express, by Chris Van Allsburg. This is another book that’s as much about the illustrations as about the story. Both are wonderful.

7. The Family Read-Aloud Christmas Treasury, selected by Alice Low. There are some real gems in this anthology; I especially like “Ramona And The Three Wise Persons” by Beverly Cleary.

8. The Wild Christmas Reindeer, by Jan Brett. As usual with Jan Brett’s distinctively-illustrated books, half the story goes on in the backgrounds and margins of the pages. Lovely!

9. Thank You, Santa, by Margaret Wild. This is a small book for big kids; it’d probably be enjoyed most by girls in the 9 to 13 age range. An Australian girl starts up a pen-pal friendship with Santa, writing back and forth with him throughout the year. A heartwarmer. :^)

10. Norman Rockwell’s Christmas Book. Many of the stories here appeal more to adults than to children, so I’m not sure it belongs in a read-aloud list, but it’s such a wonderful collection that I couldn’t leave it out! Carols, plays, stories, poems, even recipes grace the pages of this book, all illustrated perfectly with Rockwell’s classic paintings and drawings.

Does anyone else have any treasured favorites they’d like to share? What’s your all-time favorite Christmas book?

[Note: we’ve discovered a new favorite since this was posted. Look here for a review of “Olivia Helps With Christmas.”]

Click Here for my list of 10 non-holiday books every child should read.

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On The First Day Of Christmas

The day after Thanksgiving is when we traditionally drag all the Christmas stuff out of the shed and begin the gradual and delightful process of decking the halls. I leave the Black Friday shopping run to bolder souls; any gift-buying I do this weekend is generally of the point-and-click variety.

My favorite part of this first day of Christmas is unpacking the holiday books. We add one or two new ones each year, but even the oldest, simplest picture books in our collection hold the sort of magical nostalgic charm that can only be earned through year after year of snuggling up on the sofa next to a cozy woodburning stove, reading aloud together by the soft illumination of twinkling Christmas lights and glowing candles.

grinch.jpgThe Grinch, the Magic Carousel, the Polar Express…they have become dearly loved friends, and we eagerly look forward to reuniting with them each year as the days grow shorter and colder.

The day my children finally outgrow this beloved nightly tradition, some of the enchantment will go out of Christmas forever for me.

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New Horse For Luke

My seven-year-old son Luke is the only member of the family who has never embraced the equestrian lifestyle. This is partly because he has a natural inclination toward gadgets and machinery rather than horses, and partly because his ponies (we’ve tried several for him) tend to quickly pick up on his unassertive “passenger” riding style, and take full advantage of it. After being run off with a few too many times he’d gotten to the point where he didn’t want anything to do with riding at all.

Well, this is a cattle ranch: everyone has to be useful here. And neither Steve nor I was willing to accept that Luke would never experience the fun of helping to bring in the herd, or sorting cows and calves in a branding pen.

So about a week and a half ago Steve came home and announced that he’d found the perfect horse for Luke. “He’s just a loaner, but he’ll help Luke build his confidence up. He’s push-button safe.”

“A horse?” I asked. “Not a pony?”

Steve pointed out that a good horse is better than a bad pony.

I thought about that, and then said if Luke was game I was. So a few days later we all went to check out this paragon of obedience.

bo1.jpgThe instant we laid eyes on him, Luke and I started having second thoughts. This was a very *big* horse — bigger than any of the ones in our own string at home.

“He’s too big,” Luke declared, backpedaling a bit.

I tended to agree. I mean, it’s one thing to take a tumble off a 12-hand pony. A fall off this monster could break bones!

“Give him a try,” Steve urged. So we saddled up Gigantor (actually his name’s Beau), and Luke rode him around the yard, shaking like a leaf and whimpering the whole time. Luke I mean; Beau was fine. Maybe a little on the sluggish side, but that’s not such a bad thing for a kid who’s been soured by too many bolting ponies.

“He’s too big,” Luke repeated after the test drive.

“It’s totally up to you,” I told him. “We can take Beau home for you to ride, or you can go on riding Trinket.” Trinket is his current pony, a cute little thing with a scarily unpredictable streak.

He thought about it for a long moment, apparently weighing Beau’s lumbering compliance against Trinket’s perky stubbornness, and then mumbled, “I’ll take Beau.”

So we brought Beau home, gave him a few days to settle in, and then the four of us went on a family trail ride. Luke started out terrified, trembling, protesting loudly to all and sundry that he’d never wanted to learn to ride in the first place and lamenting about the unfairness of life in general. But by the end of the ride Beau’s laid-back obedience had lulled him out of his fear, and he even seemed to have gotten used to the size of his new mount. Steve and I agreed that we should do family rides every Sunday for as long as the nice weather holds out, to work on Luke’s riding.

Yesterday, to my amazement, Luke prompted us to start getting ready for our weekly ride. “Come on,” he pressed, “I thought we were going to ride on Sundays!”

Wow.

Since Luke was feeling more comfortable, and the weather was gorgeous, we went for a much longer ride this time. Beau and Luke (believe it or not, the Dukes of Hazard joke never occurred to me until I started writing this post) got along beautifully, and Luke even voluntarily trotted up at the front of the group for a while! Woohoo!

bo2jp.jpgWhat a difference the right mount makes! We’re hoping this will be a turning point in Luke’s feelings about riding.

And many thanks to Ted and Bentley for the kind loan of their horse. :^)

We’ll have that boy ridin’ herd before he knows it!

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In Other News…

I opened this blog account because it seemed like a good place to post pics and snippets from my recent road trip, but while I’ve been doing that the idea of having my own long-term personal blog has been gradually growing on me. I can address a broader range of subjects here than on my Mahogany site, and I really like the extra features and sense of community that WordPress offers. I’ve gotten comfy here. :^)

So, from here on out my ramblings will leave the Interstate and venture down the many winding paths that make up my life on a small cattle ranch in rural SoCal. Favorite topics will likely include gardening, books, food, family life, ranch life, and life in general, presented in a (hopefully) witty and amusing fashion for your entertainment.

Stay tuned!

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DAYS 26 THROUGH 28 part II

We’d planned to check out the Mystery Castle in Phoenix on the return trip, but with Elizabeth not feeling well I was prepared to skip it and just head straight home. This suggestion was met with dismay by both kids, though, so on to the castle we went!

The Mystery Castle is at the center of a tale of woe and whimsy. Apparently in 1930 a man named Boyce Gulley found out that he had terminal tuberculosis. He reacted to this news by abandoning his wife and toddler daughter Mary Lou, running away to Phoenix, and building a castle there for the child he’d left behind. Not being a wealthy man, he chose a site near the town dump and built his castle out of whatever he could salvage: bits of cars and wagons, discarded bricks and blocks and stones, old bottles, you name it and he used it.

His wife and daughter never saw him again, or heard anything about him until after his death 15 years later, when they recieved legal notice of the property they’d inherited.

Something about this story tickled my kids’ imaginations in a big way; they really wanted to see a castle made of salvaged odds and ends for themselves.

This “castle” is really something. The materials it was built from were very Southwestern in flavor, so the final product is equal parts Camelot and Spanish Hacienda:

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Nearly all the furniture, both inside and out in the courtyards, was built-in. Doesn’t this guest bed look comfy:

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There are a total of 13 fireplaces in the castle. Because Phoenix can get, you know, a little chilly for three or four weeks out of the year. ;^)

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Here’s one of the windows in the chapel:

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Mary Lou Gully actually still lives in the castle her father built for her. Some of–well, *most* of her decor choices are a bit eccentric.

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This is the bottom of a dumbwaiter shaft that comes down into the “tavern.” The top of the shaft looks like a wishing well on an upper courtyard. Pretty nifty design for keeping partygoers well-supplied:

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Poor Elizabeth skipped most of the inner tour for fear of throwing up inside the castle, but she did make it through the whole visit without any mishaps.

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My pics don’t really do this place justice–it’s quite the architectural wonder.

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When we’d seen everything there was to see, we got back in the car and headed for home. Here’s a shot of Palm Desert as seen from a few miles farther up the Palms To Pines Hwy:

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We arrived home a little past 8pm, local time, and immediately got buried under an avalanche of happy dogs and a happy Steve. I helped Elizabeth get settled into a warm bath, and then just kicked back and enjoyed being home again.

This road trip was an amazing experience. Three weeks later the kids are still talking about things they saw and did from one end of the country to the other. As for me, I’ve settled back into the domestic routine with a fresh sense of contentment and appreciation for the life I have here. Just in time for Thanksgiving, I have reconnected with my thankfulness.

Life is good. :^)

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