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Folklore, feast days and festivals of light — 30 of them, each with a letter, a story and a history.
Teeth, birthdays, bedtimes — the small enormous moments.
For the night a tooth goes under the pillow — and the morning she finds out it mattered.
The one letter a year that is only about them — and about the year they just finished.
For the child who does not want the day to end — or is not sure about the dark.
For the child who cannot sleep — practical, kind, and entirely without religion.
The little mouse who collects teeth across the Spanish-speaking world.
The little mouse of France, who has been doing this since long before the fairies.
From the workshop, the canal, the hillside and the bishop’s own hand.
A letter that describes the year — the effort, the growing up, the one thing only a parent noticed.
The bishop behind the legend — a quieter, older letter about giving in secret.
A shoe by the door, a carrot for the horse, and a letter from the steamboat.
The old woman on the broomstick who is still looking — and never passes a child by.
Grandfather Frost and the Snow Maiden, who come on New Year rather than Christmas.
Thirteen mischievous brothers, one a night, each with a very specific bad habit.
For the morning they wake up and the whole world has changed color overnight.
The lamp, the candle, the crescent and the lotus — told with care.
From one small clay lamp on the step — about light being stronger than dark.
From the helper candle — the one that lights the others and is never counted.
From the crescent that ends the fast — for the morning of new clothes and sweets.
The fanoos that hangs all month — for the beginning, not the end.
From a flower that grows in mud — the gentlest letter here.
Uncle Nowruz, who comes once a year at the exact moment spring begins.
From the lion in the street — red envelopes, firecrackers and a fresh start.
From the rabbit in the moon — for the night the whole family looks up at once.
For a frightened night, a hospital stay, or a week that has been too much.
Spring mornings, green hills, paper hearts and harvest lanterns.
Hidden eggs, new mornings, and the reason spring keeps coming back.
Caught at last — or very nearly. A letter left behind in a hurry.
A letter about the kind of love a child actually has — for people, not sweethearts.
Why we carve a face and put a light in it — a kind letter for a spooky night.
First days, new arrivals, growing up, and saying goodbye.
For the night before — when the bag is packed by the door and nobody is sleeping.
For handing something over — the pacifier, the bottle, the crib — and being proud of it.
For the older one — the letter that says nothing has been taken away from them.
For the hardest week — a letter about a pet who has died, written gently.
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