Growing up, all our Christmas picture books were stored in a drawstring bag and only brought out during the Christmas season. When I go home, I still enjoy looking through those books...they bring back so many fading and forgotten memories. My favorite story is a Golden book about a family that got a live Christmas tree for their apartment living room. Surprisingly the tree continued to grow until it hit the ceiling. The father cut a hole in the ceiling so the tree could grow into the elderly lady's apartment above them. Eventually the tree grew so much that it took up 3 or 4 stories of the apartment. All of the families in the apartment got to know each other and became friends as they shared the one Christmas tree. Isn't that the sweetest story? Mom says that I always wanted to live in an apartment when I was little, and I'm sure it was because of that Christmas book.
This year I have two Christmas books for Elliot's book bag. The Polar Express by Chris Van Allsburg, and The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey by Susan Wojciechowski. I look forward to collecting many special Christmas books through the years.
My book bag fabric was passed on from a lady in my church, and I decorated it with some of my garage sale rick-rack. Last summer Mom and I found a huge box of rickrack when we were garage saleing. Of course we snapped it up, and since then I have had so much fun covering everything in rick-rack!