3.5
I really, really loved the short story selections in this book. None of the stories fell flat for me, but I especially enjoyed "The Annunciation" 14th Century Medieval Mystery Play, "The Burglar's Christmas" by Willa Cather, "The Selfish Giant" by Oscar Wilde, "The Was the Christmas" by Ruth Sawyer, and "The Other Wise Man" by Henry Van Dyke.
The essays were a bit less enjoyable – I think this is partially user error. My brain is small and is easily captivated by fiction. But, to be fair, some of the essays seemed to harp on this notion of the "traditional" Christmas and it started to walk into the territory of 1960s LARPing trad Catholic to me. There was an essay by Joseph Pearce on keeping Christmas local that was I really excited about. There were good kernels of wisdom in there, but a lot of angry grandparent Facebook takes in between the good stuff. Disappointing.
Loved the stuff by Dickens and St. Augustine in the essays portion. I bought an epub copy of this from the publisher, but that didn't stop it from feeling cozy. I would definitely love to read some of the fiction stories by the fire with my family. We read aloud an essay by Pope Benedict XVI together on the night of Thanksgiving, but I think the short stories are the real read-aloud gems.
Here are some of my favorite things I highlighted:
"Now is the loveday made of us four finally, / And we may live in peace as we did formerly, / Mercy and truth are met together; / Justice and Peace have kissed each other." – The Annunciation
"The memory of them was heavy and flat, like cigarette smoke that has been shut in a room al night, like champagne that has been a day opened, a song that has been too often sung, an acute sensation that has been overstrained." – The Burglar's Christmas
"O, my poor boy, much or little, what does it matter? Have you wandered so far and paid such a bitter price for knowledge and not yet leaned that love has nothing to do with pardon or forgiveness, that it only loves, and loves–and loves?" – The Burglar's Christmas
"'But think – in the little piece of world that lies about you, have you not found more beauty than those who see? Do they know the small loveliness of a bird's feather? Do they hear what the wind whispers? Have they caught the song the morning stars sing? And can they put all these things into music and play it on a pipe as you can?' ... A hush had fallen on the shed, on the valley, on the whole world. They words Marko heard were barely whispered: 'Put your fingers on my face. Trace every line, slowly, so you will remember.'" – This Was the Christmas
"But this I know. Those who seek him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the oppressed." – The Other Wise Man
"The conflict between the expectation of faith and the impulse of love... Was it his great opportunity or his last temptation? He could not tell. One thing only was clear in the darkness of his mind – it was inevitable. And does not the inevitable come from God?" – The Other Wise Man