I love Christmas. I love the way my children's cheeks turn a little rosier, their smile burn a little brighter. I love dressing them incognito for the tree hunting expedition. (They go as puff balls, basically.) I love our traditions - an ornament for each year, egg nog for me, wine for my husband, Christmas music playing and our gas fire trying its best to look wintry-warm.
But when it comes to books about Christmas, I am a little mystified. They hold no appeal. The warmth of the season isn't there for me. If a genre book happens to take place around the holidays, and the festivities are, peripherally, part of the plot, I can handle it. But any more than that and I have moved on to the next shelf.
For people who love holiday books, go to Nely's 2009 Holiday Reading Challenge. Many holiday lovers are enthusiastically signed up and already reading their hot chocolate-warmed hearts out. Plus it's a beautifully designed site, worth checking out! But the idea of taking some known author (i.e. John Grisham) and pumping in candy canes and hearths, just doesn't do it for me.
But that's just me. How about you? Do you love the holidays but keep your reading habits the same, eclectic or not? Do you hate the holidays and this post as well? (you're not actually allowed to say yes to that one) Do you love the holidays and EVERYTHING associated with them?
PostScript: Charles Dickens, please remain still in your grave. Your book, of course, does not fall into this category.
PostPostScript: I forgot the most important holiday book of all- The Bible! This, of course, remains on my shelf and I do not shun. And (alternate opinions aside) I am speaking in this post only of contemporary fiction.