Nothing says Christmas like a 1960s Pop-up Picture Book!
Forgive me for coming over all sentimental, but with the Big Red Man (thanks for your input, Coca Cola) getting ready to shuffle down our chimneys, I thought I’d show you a book that has been part of my Christmas every year for as long as I can remember.
My Pop-Up copy of ‘The Night Before Christmas’ was published in 1969, the year I was born, so I must have had it from a very young age. Most of the pop-ups and tabs to pull have sadly broken but I can still remember it being in pristine condition and still feel the awe and magic I felt when reading it as a small child. I loved the tiny mouse snoozing at the top of the house, and the dreamed of sweets and cakes looked like the most delicious sugary bounty in the world to my young eyes.
I learned the names of the reindeer while turning the wheel that moved the sleigh across the sky and remember feeling scandalised that Santa – role model to the younger generation of the world, actually smoked!
I’ve read this book to my children every year too, and though it is in a sorry state, Christmas just wouldn’t be the same without it. Happy Christmas!