Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer by Barbara Shook Hazen

Wonderful when you're six or seven years old, up to maybe 11? In combination with Gene Autry singing on the old 78 rpm, 'Ru-dolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer/ Had a very shine-yy nose / And if you ever saw-wit,/ you would even say IT GLOWS.' As for the book, we all know the story, he went down in history.

These are the things I thought about as I read this book. Caroling, church, snow, days home from school (yea!), presents, family (lots of family), friends (lots of friends), parties, the birthday of Jesus. We come home with lots of pine branches, and mountain laurel, which I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to cut down in the first place, but she needs it for wreaths. are gone, mom drags us out into the mountain to cut 'greens' to make decorations for the porch. And on Thanksgiving afternoon, after all the turkey and stuffing, corn, potatoes, apple sauce, pumpkin pie, etc. It takes us days and days to finish them all. Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter, sugar, oatmeal, any kind of cookie you can think of we have in tin cans. We make so many cookies I have no idea what happens to them all. In the kitchen we are making cookies, lots and lots of cookies. The lights on the tree are colored lights of course, none of those all white trees for my mom. The tree is sitting on a platform with a train around it, a train I never saw except at Christmas and have no idea where it disappeared to during the rest of the year.

Against one wall is the piano that I have spent an amazing amount of time at, and in the other corner, is a Christmas tree. Across from me are two chairs with a green end table between them and the telephone is on the table, one of those all connected together so you can't walk away from the chair you are sitting on when talking. There's a desk in one corner, and a barrel filled with magazines in the other. I was sitting on that awful orange and brown sofa in my mom and dad's living room with the orange and brown shag carpeting (also awful). Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer! Who would have to review that? Not me, I can't think of a word to say about the book except when I read it I was home again, in my dreams anyway.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer by Barbara Shook Hazen