This is not strictly just a Christmas story, but it starts on Christmas. It’s a bittersweet look at the passing of all things, from the point of view of toys. A sad pre-Toy Story story. The darkness of life, punctuated by light, and the meaning of love. Yes, it’s got a deux-ex-machina ending, but so does my life. Or something.
It’s my favorite children’s book. And, before Julian: A Christmas Story, my first combination ePub/Mobipocket effort.