HOW THE REINDEER GOT THEIR ANTLERS

A misleading title is the only stumble in this orotund, beguilingly illustrated original tale, a children’s-book debut for Holland. In a vain effort to stop the newly created animals from quarrelling, an angel gives them all different sorts of crowns. Horrified by her knobby new headgear, proud Reindeer flees to the barren North to hide. A thousand generations later, only the reindeer are willing to help Santa haul his toy-laden sleigh—though in saving it from falling through a patch of thin ice, they shatter antlers, leaving only broken stubs. Santa offers them golden crowns, but in the end he bestows an even more glorious gift: one night each year they fly, and so “draw the Christmas sleigh not over snowdrifts and frozen lakes, but out across the night sky among the tinsel stars.” Santa, the reindeer, the other animals, even the trees and rocks have a velvety look in Holland’s framed, barrel-shaped paintings; the reindeer in particular, with their sheep-like faces and velvety racks, look almost huggable. A splendid holiday tale, at once grand and appealing—but not so much about how the reindeer were given their antlers, as how they came to be so proud of them. (Picture book. 7-9)