Illustrated by Edward Ardizzone
What to say about this great tale of Christmas with Aunts in the kitchen and Uncles in the parlor, of snowballs and cats, fires and dinner gongs, and the myriad other adventures available to a wide-eyed child in snowy, Christmas-y Wales? Actually, I don’t know quite what to say, other than if you haven’t read it yet, do. You’ll love it. If you have read it, well, do read it again — it is too jam-packed with delight and love not to go back to at least once a year, especially at Christmas time.
This edition is the one with the very best, right-on-target illustrations, just right for the story and just lovely on their own.
As an invitation for more fun (and to remind those who’ve read it why it’s such a frolic), here’s the opening page:
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
Have a wonderful Christmas!