(Oddly, I can't find my exact edition which is a hardcover that looks like the paperbacks shown with a picture of a sleigh led by horses.)
Another book in my goal to read a selection of different types of Christmas books for a book club meeting this December. This was a disappointment, and I've found it hard not to just skim the remainder of the book.
It started out well. A gently humorous but also loving take of a large extended family's Christmas traditions in a rural setting during the Great Depression era. It's making the most of what you have which is not nothing in this case--I'm surprised in fact by what the family members can buy for each other, so this is not those who are hanging on for dear life.
The back cover of the book I have says "destined to become a traditional read-aloud book." Well, if you include the racist commentary about their "help" and about what they call certain kinds of nuts. The fact that the references were so nonchalant and that it was not culled from the book when it was edited for publication in 1989 (!) is astounding and saddening. The undercurrent of acceptance of racism and its effects at this time in our country when those fires continued to be stoked turned a sweet remembrance into a resurgence of wonder at how our country's racist past, like an underground river, continues to flow into our present. If this was to note the reality at the time and to offer a thoughtful reflection on how those kinds ideas then were taken for granted, that would be one thing. This, however, was a man and publishing company in 1989 writing as though it was perfectly acceptable to use the same racist references knowingly and with humorous intent.
Perhaps it was those references that soured the latter fifth or so of the book, or perhaps all the author could say that seemed new and fresh had been said, and editing for length as well as racial insults would have been a good thing. In either case, I was turned off of this and would not encourage any traditional reading, aloud or otherwise.