Who Would Have Thought Santa Had a Dysfunctional Family to Deal With at Christmas?
I love looking at displays of Christmas books. Usually, just a glance at the covers makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. But in the case of Santa’s Twin, there’s nothing heart-warming about the startling sensation I get. Rather, a quick peek at this book makes me want to run in the other direction. Santa’s Twin is seriously scary stuff. Oh, it’s not as bad as it seems from the first impression of that crazy-eyed Santa Claus look-alike grinning evilly as he clutches a petrified Easter Bunny. Most pages aren’t quite that intimidating, and Bob, the interloper who has locked Santa in his own dungeon (a curious thing for Santa to have anyway, which the book’s heroines point out but Santa never satisfactorily explains), comes around by the end. Because if Charles Dickens and Dr. Seuss have proven anything, it’s that nobody can remain a villain at Christmas. Nonetheless, I find reading about all manner of slimy goo being stuffed into shiny packages rather off-putting. Reach a certain age, and ch
