As the holiday season is inescapably upon us now, I was wondering whether to buy a Christmas tree even though I wouldn’t be home on Christmas itself. When I determined, after much internal debate, that lights and borrowing a friends unneeded pre-lit fake tree was the way to go, I decided that if I were going to decorate, I’d need Christmas music. I polled the fine people of Twitter and got many lovely sounding suggestions, but I realized that plenty of people I know apparently have favorite Christmas albums—and I don’t. I guess I’d never noticed it was something people felt strongly about (except in that they are pro- or anti-Christmas songs generally).
What I do have, however, are favorite books. (And movies: if you have never seen Jim Henson’s A Christmas Toy, which is basically like a Muppet-y precursor to Toy Story, do yourself a favor and make it happen this holiday season.*) As tradition dictates in many a family, of course, Christmas Eve is time for ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas I still remember laughing riotously every time the father “threw up” the sash, childishly making vomit noises with my siblings. And when I say I remember that, I mean I probably did it last Christmas. Another family tradition is reading A Wish for Wings That Work, the story of Opus the Penguin (from the comic strip Bloom County)—you can probably work out the plot from the title.
What about you? I feel like I might need a bit more forced holiday cheer than usual to de-Scrooge myself before I really full on embrace the season. Any recommendations for holiday books?
*You know I barely need an excuse to talk Henson, but FYI, I loved The Muppets. Probably the best Muppet movie possible in a post-Jim Henson world, in my opinion.