A few weeks ago, I called my Mom to ask her if she remembered a book
that she used to read me and my siblings when we were little about
little troll creatures who were
grouchy and mean to each other and ate rocks for breakfast.
I couldn't remember the name of the book or anything more.
I've been telling the Nies about this story for years, sometimes
making it up to compensate for what I couldn't remember.
Of course, my Mom knew, it was a book called, The Little Brute Family
and she sent me in the mail the same tattered book that we read when
we were little without front or back covers.
It's such a good book about how love and light can change everything!
Tonight, I sat down and read it to my family.
One of my favorite Christmas memories this year has been this!