Usually, for our December meeting, we don't read any book, either rigorous or fluffy, on the assumption that everybody is way too busy. We gather together around somebody's cozy fire, eat cookies and drink wine, and each of us reads from some Christmasy thing we like. Sometimes Ida plays her cello. That is a particular treat.
Coupla Christmases ago I was planning to read from A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas. Just a bit here and there and then the end which goes like this: