Open this book. I do not favor the cover, as it did not pull me to the story at all. I just opened the book, and then the magic released.
Now try to describe the magic of winter. For those of us who love the season, it is something more felt than articulated. The author takes the voice of what I believe to be Nature, and weaves a gentle poem both loving and enduring, citing the charms of the frostiest season, and delivered as a gift to the sleeping child.
We can absorb the quiet of the landscape, follow the path of a hungry mouse to the bird feeder for a late night snack, watch the sky lighten, and see the beauty of the freshly fallen snow in the dawning light.
The illustrator cleverly wraps the sleeping child in a downy blanket, mimicking the snowfall on the earth, and creates many charming scenes, despite the vague appeal of the cover.
Another dreamy book to relish together on a cold wintry evening.