During those early years, my mother read it aloud to me and my brothers and sister. After she passed, I continued to read it over and over through the years, graciously loaning it to my siblings. When I had children of my own, it became part of our pre-Christmas tradition. We read a few pages every night until we were finished.
Once my younger siblings caught up in the baby department, the book got passed from family to family in November and December. Each family got it for a week. Eventually I got tired of policing its return. That was the year I bought each family their own copy, including my own children, who were nearing adulthood. I hope one day to hear them reading that story to their own children.
What’s not to love about a timeless classic tale involving an orphaned little girl, a Christmas doll, and the power of wishing? Holly has adventures unheard of in these days, sent off by herself on a train to stay with strangers over the holiday. Of course she gets off at the wrong town, which in her case, turns out to be the right town for her happy ending. Everyone’s favorite part was always when the characters got poked by either a piece of holly, a price tag, or a safety pin, just as they were poised to make the wrong choice. We’d go around quoting, “Wish, said the prickle, wish.”
Do you have a favorite Christmas story from your childhood?
How about a Christmas film you must watch year after year?
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