Letters from Father Christmas by J.R.R. Tolkien Review

 


Letters from Father Christmas by J.R.R. Tolkien has become more than a book to me — it’s a tradition.

My mom gave this to me one Christmas, and since she passed away from cancer in 2021, I’ve read it every year at Christmas time. Each return feels like opening a familiar letter: gentle, playful, and quietly full of love. Tolkien’s illustrations and whimsical voice capture the wonder of Christmas without cynicism, as if belief itself is something worth protecting.

What makes this book special isn’t just the charm of Father Christmas, the Polar Bear, or the small North Pole adventures — it’s the sense of care behind every page. You can feel the love Tolkien had for his children in each letter, and that love carries forward to the reader.

For me, this book now holds memory as well as magic. It’s a reminder of my mom, of Christmases past, and of how stories can become anchors in our lives. I’ll keep reading it every year, and I hope someday I’ll pass it on, just as it was given to me.

A quiet, beautiful book that feels like Christmas itself.

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