I’m classifying this picture book featuring a bare minimum of words as a graphic short story. It’s one of the first books I remember coming into my childhood home (I was 4 when it was published) and probably also the one I’ve read the most times as I reread it every Christmas. Beautiful artwork – I especially love the depiction of Father Christmas having a snack between snowy roofs – and with so much detail in the background that each panel merits as close an inspection as a Pont cartoon.
Hamish Hamilton, 1973
A Personal Anthology 