Welcome to the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Every day in April (except Sundays), I’ll be sharing a short bookish memory with you.
I didn’t love reading as a kid, but I always got books for Christmas. They were usually in my stocking along with an obscene amount of candy. I didn’t know it at the time, but some really important books showed up in my stocking: Bridge to Terabithia, Hatchet, When Zachary Beaver Came to Town, Holes, Walk Two Moons, Island of the Blue Dolphins, The Summer of the Monkeys, The Golden Compass, Around the World in 80 Days, and many others.
Recently, I asked my dad how he—I mean, how Santa Claus—chose which books to put in our Christmas stocking every year. Neither of my parents are readers, so I wondered how they’d picked books for us kids. My dad said he didn’t remember. He didn’t even remember which books they’d given us.
I remember. Most of my Christmas books were classics or winners of major literary awards. I have a feeling my parents went to the children’s section of a bookstore and chose whichever books were sitting on the shelves with the covers facing out. If you’re searching a store for popular books, that’s a pretty good strategy for finding them.
I'm not sure how my parents chose books for me, but I’m very grateful they did. If I ever have kids, they’re getting books and candy in their Christmas stockings.
|Some of my original stocking books.|
Did you get books for the holidays when you were a kid?