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. 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). There's a desk in one corner, and a barrel filled with magazines in the other. 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. And you dial the thing too. 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. 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. The lights on the tree are colored lights of course, none of those all white trees for my mom. In the kitchen we are making cookies, lots and lots of cookies. We make so many cookies I have no idea what happens to them all. We fill tin cans with cookies. Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter, sugar, oatmeal, any kind of cookie you can think of we have in tin cans. It takes us days and days to finish them all. And on Thanksgiving afternoon, after all the turkey and stuffing, corn, potatoes, apple sauce, pumpkin pie, etc. are gone, mom drags us out into the mountain to cut "greens" to make decorations for the porch. 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. Caroling, church, snow, days home from school (yea!), presents, family (lots of family), friends (lots of friends), parties, the birthday of Jesus. These are the things I thought about as I read this book. As for the book, we all know the story, he went down in history. Happy reading.