Andrea Troyer

Rachel Rosenstein is bummed to be the only kid in her decorated-to-the-hilt neighborhood who doesn't celebrate Christmas. When her pleas for twinkly lights and a tree go unheeded in her Jewish household, Rachel takes matters into her own hands, festooning the living room with homemade decorations on Christmas Eve and waiting for the big guy to arrive. There's lots of humor in the text ("Dear Santa…I know that you are a fair person and will not mind that I am Jewish. After all so was Jesus, at least on his mother's side") and in the lively, scribbly, colorful illustrations. But the authors wisely don't gloss over Rachel's feelings