On January first of every year, each of my children receive a new book. Sometimes these are special books like
The Hobbit or
Roxaboxen or
Blueberries for Sal; other times they are just cool books that happened to be on sale. This year I went with the "on sale" theory (or, more accurately, "on-sale-plus-free-shipping-from-Amazon") and ended up with hits all around. This is a great tradition (if I do say so myself). One that I started when I discovered that books didn't really pack a huge bang for a Christmas gift, but I still wanted to give them, and the kids really do like them long-term. Besides what other gift do you get to write a sappy inscription on for posterity to see? Well, they may not pack much bang on Christmas, but they are appreciated on New Year's Day, when everyone is ready to snuggle down and take it easy.