I was combing the bookshelves to clean them out and ran across our little pile of Christmas books that I’ve save through the years. I read them last night to my youngest but my oldest, now 11, read her favorite, Auntie Claus, and returned it the pronouncement, “That is a good book.” This is a particularly good book for responsible older sisters, particularly the self sacrificing type, which might explain why she loved it when we read picture books exclusively. It will always be on our shelves at Christmas for her because that is the power and magic of picture books: You Never Out Grown Them!
