RIP, Raymond Briggs, August 9, 2022.
Charming, whimsical, slightly irreverent, Father Christmas, who in Raymond Brigg's way of thinking lives in northern England, is somewhat tired and grumpy at the realization that yet another Christmas has come around: "Blooming Christmas is here again!" (1973 publishing standards for children being what they were, the word "blooming" we might imagine is a replacement for another, harsher verb? But maybe not from Raymond Briggs!).
This book appears to be a picture book but the tale is told in comics fashion, via panels, and all different size panels, depending on the page. Some pages are packed with (small) panels, so you have to lean in to appreciate the details, which I do, wishing for an oversized edition where the illustrations can better breathe. But there are many wordless pages (recalling his wordless picture book and subsequent film, The Snowman) I love, and there are few words, so we can get charmed by the adorable FC as he lightly complains: "Blooming snow!" "Blooming cold!" Okay, he does allude to FC's saying something harsher at one point: "@!!!xxx%*@ weather!"
No Mother Christmas in this one. He's a singleton. A couple of reindeer, that he feeds and cares for, as he does his cat and dog. Sweet!
"Happy blooming Christmas to you, too!?" Father Christmas snaps at us at the end.