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Storytime Bilingüe featuring “Good Night Christmas”

Often referred to as the most wonderful time of the year, these days between Thanksgiving and Christmas can be filled with magic for kids of all ages. Each family has their own holiday traditions that might go back generations, or might be new experiences that you create each year. As we blend our backgrounds and cultures to build our bilingual family, making new traditions and paying homage to old traditions is one of my favorite parts of the Christmas season. 

For these few story times before Christmas, we will be reading some holiday-themed books. I love this story, Good Night Christmas, because it recounts common holiday traditions here in the US, many of which our family takes part in. Cutting down a fresh Christmas tree is one of my favorite childhood memories, and now it's even more special for Maya and Mateo, because we cut a tree from our own backyard! I also remember fondly driving around town as a little girl, enthralled by the house with lights. Now when we are out about in the evenings, Maya loves pointing out all the light displays she sees.

Quarantine Christmas has gifted us more time at home this year, so we've done almost every holiday-themed activity in this little book--played in the snow, cut down and decorated our tree, made a gingerbread house, wrapped gifts, made sugar cookies, drank hot chocolate, and ready many, many Christmas stories. 

So follow along as we read this story and make some text-to-self connections with all of the holiday traditions we have enjoyed so far this year!




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