From School Library Journal
Grade 4-6. A jumble of half-baked ideas and cliched story lines. When Steven Connors dies on Christmas morning while assembling a bicycle for his son, six-year-old David must deal with this tragedy as well as the realization that Santa does not exist. As the years pass, the boy is forced to grow up quickly, assisting his mother who works to support them. When David tries to teach himself to paint and gives up in frustration, the ghost of his father magically appears to offer advice. The visits continue as the ghost helps David through difficult situations, such as his mother's remarriage and the birth of his stepbrother. Each time, Steven Connors is described as looking a little older and heavier, appearing more and more like?you guessed it?Santa Claus. Readers follow David for 10 years before he finally comes to terms with Christmas and his father's death. The only true emotion glimmers through in the scenes between David and an elderly neighbor who becomes the boy's mentor and friend. Too bad this relationship gets buried beneath the derivative plot lines and sitcom sarcasm. Wish this one away.
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From Kirkus Reviews
A little stocking-stuffer of a book about a boy coming to terms with his father's death. David Connor's father, screwdriver in hand, dies abruptly before dawn on Christmas morning while assembling David's new bike. David trashes the shiny green bike, his belief in Santa Claus, and his six-year-old's love of Christmas in the fury of his grief. It takes ten years, the steady presence of Mr. Paul--an elderly neighbor who is a surrogate grandfather for David--his mother's remarriage, the birth of a half-brother, and several secret visits from David's departed dad (who is grayer, fatter, and fuzzier each time he materializes, until by book's end he bears a startling resemblance to the defrocked Saint Nick) for David to transcend his anger, grief, and fear of being disloyal to his father's memory. In a debut that seems aimed at the silver screen, or at least toward an annual December showing on television, Hutchinson never milks the sentiment inherent in the plot; the writing is crisp and matter-of-fact, and he has created some truly endearing characters, particularly Mr. Paul, whose boyhood encounter with Teddy Roosevelt was the defining moment of his life. Written as a reminiscence, the book has more appeal for adults than for children--not exactly The Christmas Box audience, but those who enjoy miracle stories with more literary value and fewer tearstains. (Fiction. 10-13) --
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