When I was young child, the only Christmas books I had was Twas the Night Before Christmas and Bambi. I still to this day don’t understand what sugar plums are suppose to be. Back then, I thought they were prunes covered in sugar. Ick. But I did like my Bambi book with all the graphics including the cover, which had a fuzzy texture. The story kept me captivated as my mother read to me Bambi’s adventures until I would fall asleep.
Today, I don’t have many childhood items left and when my mother died a few years ago, my sister pulled the thin hard cover book with the frayed and torn book sleeve and handed it to me. Now, I have the story of Bambi and Thumper to enjoy as long as I want.@A.Nation2017