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Christmas Stories


One of my favorite parts of Christmas is the books I get to read to my kids at this time of year. I LOVE Christmas books! 

Raising Arrows asked for some suggestions so I'm posting mine here~

Humphrey’s First Christmas  is the Christmas story from the viewpoint of a wise man’s camel.

Bear Stays up for Christmas I love the whole Bear series. It doesn’t mention Jesus and there is a small picture of Santa filling stockings but it’s a very sweet book about friends loving and taking care of each other at Christmas. It’s very nice addition to a collection.

Mortimer’s Christmas Manger-A mouse tries to kick out the nativity statues to move in to the little stable…until he hears just who this little baby statue is.


An Angel Story by Max Lucado. It’s a read aloud or read alone for older kids, over 7 maybe. No pictures. It’s a fictional story about what goes on in the spiritual world between God, the angels and Satan as the Christmas story unfolds. It's an exciting story.

Fear Not Joseph-the story of Christmas from Joseph’s point of view.

This Is The Stable by Cynthia Cotten- a sweet rhyming book with great pictures.

How the Grinch Stole Christmas-I’m sure most people know this one but I’m adding it b/c it’s often overlooked. Though no mention of Jesus I LOVE this story’s emphasis on how “Christmas doesn’t come from a store”. Added to some Christian Christmas books, it’s great and fun.

The Gift of the Christmas Cookie  is a great book to remind kids that there are others who have very little and a nice story about the origins of Christmas Cookies.

The Crippled Lamb by Max Lucado (so worth it to get the bigger copy. Ours has a CD). This is one of my very favorite books!

Room for a Little One is a sweet, short story for young ones .

One Wintry Night by Ruth Bell Graham is a beautifully written and illustrated book. It tells of the story of Christmas where it begins: with Creation. It's on the long side so start a couple weeks before Christmas.


I'm always looking out for new ones, so if you have a favorite please leave a comment and share it.

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