So, THE day is nearly upon us... Have I finished my present buying? Nope. Have I made and sent the cards that I had planned? No Siree. But, I have found this heart-warming and beautifully illustrated book, compiled of letters, that J.R.R Tolkien wrote his children every Christmas.
The letters started in 1920, when Tolkien started writing to his three year old son, John. The tales told of the North Polar Bear, Snow-elves, Red Gnomes and Goblins... Each letter is interspersed with intricately drawn pictures, and the envelopes addressed with the scratchy handwriting of a jolly, red-suited, white-bearded man. For 23 years Tolkien kept up the charade, entertaining his children with stories of Father Christmas and the hilarious, sometimes alarming escapades that he got up to in the freezing North...
Magical!
available to buy from here...