"Who could have guessed that Christmas memories from the epoch of paisley couches, of young boys with paper routes, of wallphones that ring only in the event of an emergency, of multicolored plastic toothpicks on holiday hors d'oeuvres plates, of a kiddesignated as "Husky" rather than as obese, of Erector sets and Christmas tree tinsel, and of the guarantee of snow in December--could be so charmingly told, so magically illustrated, as if arising from a village in a folk-tale? Wistful, gentle, and surprising, this sweetbook is like a gift-box of holiday peppermints, filling a room with merriment and sparkle." -- Melissa Fay Greene, author of Praying for Sheetrock and No Biking in the House Without A Helmet
"Master collaborators Robert Sullivan and Glenn Wolff have done it again! This time, they breathe inspired life into the ghosts of Christmas past,capturing the good old days when Christmas was always white, the snow really was waist-high, the turkey was perfectly cooked, the tinsel shimmered on a towering tree, and the sledding runs went on forever. When I reached The End, I felt that same empty-full-happy-sad feelingthat used to wash over me after the last present under the tree had been unwrapped and I'd begin counting the days till Christmas came again." -- George Howe Colt, author of The Big House and Brothers
"The childhood memories that the father tells his daughter in this warm and wonderful book can't help but bring back similarmemories for other parents-- memories they, too, will be inspired to share with their own children." -- Daniel Okrent, author of Last Call and The Way We Were: New England Then, New England Now
