Christmas Book Flood & O Christmas Tree

Here are the novels I lined up for last year’s Book Flood

Icelandic holiday traditions are my new Christmas jam. 

I love Iceland’s Yule Lad myths, and I wrote a series of posts about those troll rascals, starting here! 

Tonight, being December 20, prepare for the visit of the Sausage-Swiper—so watch any meat you’re cooking because this Yule Lad is on the prowl!

But even better than Iceland’s troll legends, is their tradition of the Christmas Book Flood. 

Sausage-Swiper and some of Iceland’s infamous 13 Trolls: the Yule Lads (Photo credit: Iceland’s Official Website)

Calling All Book Lovers

Celebrating the Book Flood is easy: line up a good book for Christmas Eve, snuggle in a warm blanket with a cup of cocoa at the ready, and prepare for a cozy reading binge! 

I am very lucky to have a book fairy—local librarian Megan keeps an eye out for novels I might like, and she recommended the one I’ve got for the Christmas Book Flood: history, mystery, and a touch of mysticism. It certainly ticks all my boxes for the holidays.

I can’t wait to start this one

O Tannenbaum

If you’re a regular reader here, you know my holiday secret: I love Christmas. The lights and sparkle, the celebratory pause before winter’s long, cold slog, and the spiritual aspects of the best Christmas stories.

And while my husband John and I focus on simple holiday traditions, I do have one requirement, no ifs, ands or buts:

A Christmas tree. A real one.

For the first decade of our married life, every December, around mid-month, we bought a seven foot fir. To me, Christmas wasn’t Christmas unless I had an oversized, fully decorated real tree in my living room, exuding that lovely scent of fresh fir.

We would set it up the week before Christmas—and there it would stay until Epiphany, January 6—at least! Happily, John was totally on board about keeping our tree around too, until the needle-drop became extreme.

We moved from a “they-cut” to a “U-cut” Douglas fir, but it was still purchased. Once every few years we would reallygo all out, and spend the big bucks for a noble or grand fir.

Then as the years rolled on, I managed to let go of the huge tree, and dialed it down… To a six-foot fir.

But three years ago this month, my usual holiday plans—including my precious tree tradition— were turned upside down. We were needed for an out of town family emergency.

Without a spare second to bake a few cookies or buy some gifts—and of course Christmas cards were completely off the table—I was forced to make do.

Just before we had to leave home, I managed to create a Christmas tree…of sorts.

I found a stand of baby cedar trees on our property growing too close together to thrive. I cut down three of the saplings, lashed them together, and stuck their spindly little trunks in a sturdy vase filled with water.

It was new, to have to pare down the lights and tchotchkes to decorate my little semi-tree. Yet in a way, this experience turned out to be quite rewarding—to use only the ornaments with personal meaning, including the ones my daughters made when they were little, and our prettiest angel ornaments.

Three little cedars almost = one Christmas tree

Curiously enough, while I was wringing my hands over missing out on a Christmas tree, a funny thing happened around our garden. Volunteer firs! 

If you’re at all familiar with the Foothills of the North Cascades in the Pacific Northwest, you know that firs and cedars grow like weeds.

So it should have come to zero surprise to me, that they’d turn up in our garden!

The last two Christmases turned out to be a bit topsy-turvy as well. Still, it was a perfect opportunity for my dialed-down Christmas tree. So decorating a little Charlie Brown fir I find in the garden but is now our new tradition. 

At the store the other day, I saw 5 1/2 foot Douglas fir Christmas trees for $45! I had no idea even smallish trees had gotten so expensive. A baby Christmas tree, for us, means having more resources to share with others at holiday time.

Refreshing Your Holiday Entertainment

For years, I’ve been watching the same old Christmas movies. I LOVE them, I mean, who doesn’t adore “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “The Santa Clause,” and “A Christmas Carol”? But really, I’ve been due for a refresh. 

As I don’t have cable TV, I don’t have access to all the wonders of the Hallmark holiday movies. However, I recently discovered “Last Christmas”—a feature film starring Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding. I actually didn’t much like the movie at first. Yet by the end, I was a tearful puddle, so touched by this tender, mystical story. 

Last night, my husband John and I had a special, unexpected treat: Ted Lasso’s “Carol of the Bells,” Episode 4 of Season 2. If you watch any Christmas TV this season (and don’t mind all the profanity!) I hope you’ll make room for this episode! Like “Last Christmas,” the story is a celebration of love and community, and the true spirit of the season. 

For any of you who don’t do streaming (our internet too slow), I borrowed both the film and TV series in DVD through my local library. You’ll find my latest news in my December newsletter, “Of Owls and Empaths”…I hope you’ll take a look!