O. M. G. If you have not read this awesome book with your littles yet, get on it.
Here’s the truth. The reason I love the Christmas season so much is the same reason I love Halloween. And Tolkien. And it has nothing to do with my kids–they are just an excuse to let loose. I will use my grandkids when this excuse runs out. Because Santa says it best in Rise of the Guardians–my center is wonder.
Sure, I’m a mama, I know how the presents really get here on Christmas Day, and I know what it takes to get them here. But.
I still believe in Santa Claus. I still believe in all things fey. I wish I could explain it to you in a grown-up manner you would understand, but I cannot. I believe that magic can happen–that it does, in fact, happen all the time, and if you are very careful, you can catch it in action. I believe in these things Way More than my kids do, and I’m okay with that. They’re old enough now to think it’s adorable, and I can live with that, too.
Magic is how Love Wins, because what is more magical than love?
So when you give me a book that relates Santa’s history and how each of his early jobs prepared him for the Big One? I’m in. I’m all in. And I’m not the least bit embarrassed to admit it.
You didn’t think we were going to get through Christmas without a Grinch Story Time, did you? If you did, you don’t know me very well.
The Grinch is my favorite Christmas story. Why? Because the Grinch is a naughty guy, but he isn’t evil as might be supposed. I love the idea of turning the bad guy into a marshmallow, and if you had known my beautiful husband when we first met, you would know I excel at it. I learned it from the Whos of Who-ville. The secret is to just keep being good and joyful and let that stuff rub off on the bad guy. Next thing he knows, he’s been married for 13 years, lives for his family, and would give his neighbor the shirt off his back. His heart grows three sizes before his brain can catch up. Yeah, I know, it doesn’t work Every Time. But when it does work, it’s a beautiful thing. So it is with the Grinch.
O. M. G.
I love this book. I still laugh out loud about having witch with french fries. And yeah, every time the 5-Creature beast shouts, “THAT’S MY WITCH!” I totally cackle like a 5-year-old. Some books just do that to me. Revert me back to childhood within a few words. I’m not ashamed. In fact, if you can’t think of a picture book that makes you feel that way, well. I mean, shame on you. But I mean it in the nicest, most encouraging, embrace-your-inner-child kind of way.
Can’t You Sleep, Little bear? is so cute and sweet and makes a great bedtime story, but if your littles like it as much as mine did, they will want to read it any hour of the day. It’s also a great way for littles to examine their fear of the dark and to see that it is nothing to be afraid of.
Barbara Firth’s illustrations are soft and lovely, with all the wondrous personifications a little likes to see in his story time animals. Big Bear’s patience with Little Bear’s fears is gentle and soothing, and a bit of a reminder to us mamas who are dead on our feet at then end of a long mama-ing day to take our littles’ feelings seriously and address them without frustration. Win.