Books were always a Christmas staple when I was a kid. Mum and Dad always placed a few in and around the wrapped prezzies. They were usually about my favourite stuff at the time: dinosaurs, monsters and mythology. A few nature and history books always made there way onto the Christmas settee too as well as the latest Super Heroes and Gerry Anderson annuals. Enough reading to keep you going for the whole year!
There are so many of those books I could wax lyrical about I could probably start a new blog. So for now I'll pick just one, which for me captures the essence of those most important and magical Christmases when I was a kid in the Sixties and early Seventies. I can see it now nestled between gifts wrapped in the thin Xmas paper of the time, glowing with a ghostly glow! One of my older brothers got a maturer version of it on his Xmas armchair, which he may still have. But for me it was heaven when I got Supernatural Stories for Boys, Christmas 1968, by the great publishers Hamlyn, who along with Collins, probably made me who I am today!
If you had to pick one book to sum up your Christmases past readers, which would it be?
