This is billed as a cookbook, and there are plenty of recipes (most of which are presposterous for today's palate). The beauty of this book, however, is not in the food. It is in the story that the author weaves around the recipes. The Pioneer Lady tells stories of family and Christmases past and songs sung at Christmastime. She gives stories with a moral and pictures of ancestors and tells of people less fortunate than ourselves. It is filled with recipes that evoke holiday memories, even if you couldn't possibly cook food like this now and serve it to your family for fear of cholesterol-poisoning. This book conjures memories of holiday cheer and loved ones dear, and I can almost smell the cinnamon and pine needles when I open it. I read it to small kids who visit during the holidays who think that the pioneer lifestyle might have been a myth. This year, replace The Night Before Christmas and try a chapter or two of The Pioneer Lady's Country Christmas before bedtime. I bet they want more the next night.