A Literary Advent Calendar

An advent calendar with a literary theme. This blog came about because I wanted to give my daughter, who lives alone, an advent calendar during the 2020 pandemic. A daily blog post with a seasonal quote or poem was a way of saying 'you are in my heart'.

5. The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak

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December 05, 2020

The Book Thief

Markus Zusak

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

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23. The Proud Little Christmas Tree by Sarah Scott

December 23, 2020

The Proud Little Christmas Tree Sarah Scott "This one! This one!" a small voice cries! "Oh yes! It's perfect and just the right size" The older voice agrees with laughter full of joy, Gazing with love, at an excited little boy. Sometime later, sitting proudly near the fire, The little Christmas tree is glad that he's not higher. For if he was, the boy would never reach His topmost branches, where he decorated each. And every spindle with a shiny coloured ball, Then ran around with tinsel, being careful not to fall. "Mummy! Daddy! Come now and see the tree! It's beautiful! All decorated, and all done, just by me!" With smiles on their faces, they all walked hand in hand, Eyes falling on the tree that's now looking so grand! They string tiny lights, it's quite the finishing touch. Nothing else is needed, except the presents, cards and such. Later on that night, when we all fall fast asleep, The little tree stands, his joy shining throug...

15. How the Grinch Stole Christmas! by Dr. Seuss

December 15, 2020

How the Grinch Stole Christmas! Dr. Seuss Christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more.

24. 'Twas the night before Christmas by Major Henry Livingstone, jr.

December 24, 2020

Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas BY MAJOR HENRY LIVINGSTON, JR. ’Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads, And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap — When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whist...