There just comes a point each year when I cannot do anything but Christmas. There is just no point – I am by that time deep in my Christmas Pon Farr (google it – Mr. Spock’s focused and crazed state). My sole focus is Christmas – making the bread I invented that gets rave reviews, wrapping and mailing presents, breathing in the Christmas lights – and reading Christmas mysteries.
That’s a must. I cannot read regular stuff any more. And it’s mostly Christmas mysteries (Caroline Kennedy’s Family Christmas snuck in last year) – sometimes I re-read them. I have a list of last year’s books I’ll put up soon. I just bought this year’s batch at J-Beth on Tuesday. The first one I’ve dived into is A Rumpole Christmas by John Mortimer, a story collection of mysteries featuring Horace and She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed. I’ve seen the shows on PBS, have not read Rump0le before. Having a good time so far!
And then I’ll work my way through the rest of them. Sheer Heaven!
I also bought two new Christmas books for the Magic Coffee Table, which likes treats every now and then: Madeline’s Christmas, and a beautiful edition of Twas the Night Before Christmas.
Ahhhhh. What a happy Christmas camper I am!