Christmas is a time of happiness and beauty, when all the world is
supposed to glisten in candy-coated splendor, when flawless feasts are
supposed to tantalize the nostrils, when peace and brotherhood are
supposed to reign. Only sometimes, it doesn't quite work that way.
Sometimes the perfect celebration doesn't seem possible, and all the
stress of the holiday seems to outweigh the joy and wonder. There have
been days when even I, the girl who has read hundreds of Christmas books
and would listen to carols in July if it wouldn't drive everyone else
crazy, have had occasion to wonder whether it might just be easier to
say "Wake me up when December ends."
In The Night Before the Night Before Christmas,
a take-off on Clement C. Moore's classic poem by Natasha Wing and
illustrated by Mike Lester, nothing seems to be going right in the
family of the young narrator. Mom has the flu. She's sick and miserable,
and consequently she's not really up to all the Christmassy tasks that
await. Dad steps up to help, but disaster befalls him too, and chaos
escalates. After a day full of burnt cookies, scrawny evergreens, holey
stockings, burnt-out light bulbs, scary Santas and decimated
decorations, it looks like Christmas is ruined. Can anything be salvaged
from the wreckage of the holiday preparations?
The narrator
is a wide-eyed little girl who observes the calamitous series of events
with incredulity. Her infant brother Patrick is a cutie pie who seems to
be enjoying the anticipation, at least until he meets up with the
intimidating old elf. Mom looks completely exhausted, and it's clear
that she's only going to be a trooper to a certain point. Dad, however,
is all chipper good cheer, and he doesn't let the mishaps get him down.
He's my favorite character in the book, reminding me of lovable, upbeat
Arthur Weasley, the peppy papa J. K. Rowling just couldn't bear to kill
off.
The book's cartoonish illustrations are fun and vibrant,
and while the narration's rhyme scheme is occasionally inconsistent, for
the most part it reads very well, and I like to think of the rocky
spots as a reflection of the fact that the speaker is a child imitating
her favorite Christmas poem rather than as sloppy writing on Wing's
part. The book's nuclear family attempting to prevent their Christmas
from going horribly awry makes me think of A Christmas Story,
while Dad's refusal to let all the problems get him down because, after
all, "those things are just stuff," seems to echo the anti-commercial
message of A Charlie Brown Christmas.
The Night Before the Night Before Christmas
is a charming little story demonstrating that although the trappings of
the holiday are nice, it's much better not to get too bogged down in
them. As Dad so succinctly puts it, "Christmas is about love." Well
said.
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