When my kids were little, my husband and I always gave them a Christmas book each year. We usually presented it to them a few nights before Christmas Eve, so they could enjoy reading about the upcoming holiday.
Holidays were always hectic at the time, but I do miss those nights with a warm, wiggly child in my lap, taking a few minutes to escape to another time or another world. I always loved the illustrations, and the easy cadence of the words, spinning a sleepy and hypnotic tale. I miss the warm feel of kids in feetie pajamas and the slightly curdled smell of a child's milky breath. And I do love seeing the holiday through the eyes of a child -- magical.
We have quite a few classics now, and my kids still enjoy sitting in front of the tree and rereading them with a cup of hot cocoa.
May your own Christmas stories be magical.