On The Tenth Day of Christmas

     Do you have a favorite book that you have told others about more than once?  I have one.  Its an old, old book that I have read more times than I could begin to count.  In fact, I read most of my books more than once.  My good husband suggested that I get rid of some of my books, once.  Then, he changed his mind when he realized I sometimes read my books as many as twenty times.  Imagine if he had to buy me a new book each time I wanted to read it?

     My little brother and I have always been quite close.  He's three and a half years younger than I am.  That is, he used to be three and a half years younger than me, until he chose to continue getting older and I opted for never reaching the age of accountability.  But that's a story for another time.

     Little brother was always in the same boat as I was when we were kids.  Broke.  For allowance, we got 25¢ a week.  Once.  It was hard to learn to budget on such income.  Still, we were creative and managed to exchange gifts.  A favorite was always books, since both of us enjoyed losing ourselves in the worlds created by that elusive group, Writers.  In fact, I think one book in particular changed ownership between us at least six times.  That was the first book in the Childcraft series.  When Mama said they were our books, we believed her.

     On The Tenth Day of Christmas, may I suggest giving a favorite book you already own to someone you love?  Now, don't fudge and give them the book that you regretted buying.  Its the Christmas season and your gift should be filled with love.  But you would never do something such as I have been tempted to do.

     By the way, that favorite book I mentioned at the beginning of this post is none other than Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott.  If you haven't read it, yet, you are missing out on a marvelous story.  Project Gutenburg is a great place to find it.  Here's the link:  http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/2786

     Keep a hug on.  Yaya