Happy Christmas Boris

Santa Claus needs help delivering the little monsters' presents ! Can Big... kissy... tickly... Santa-Boris save the day ?

Boris trys to explain Christmas to Morris but has little success until Billy and Laura invite them to spend Christmas Eve at their house.

The town of Woodhill is faced with the possible closing of Liberty Sand & Gravel, the local quarry that in better times employed sixty men. Mining expert, Aaron Chandler, is hired to evaluate the quarry’s future, and becomes a friend of Boris Hegerty, the quarry foreman. Boris is facing not only potential labor problems, so rife in the 1930s, but he must also come to terms with the colon cancer that is killing his mother, Maudie, who is being cared for by Dr. Jessica Malloy, the physician in charge of the emergency department at Woodhill Memorial Hospital. In the course of her work, Jess befriends Woodhill Fire Department First Aid Officer Eli Sheffler, who becomes her steadfast friend through the course of Maudie’s illness. When trouble literally explodes at the quarry, seriously injuring Boris, Jess and Eli’s friendship is tested and Aaron is suddenly and unexpectedly united with his past.

Jamaica, 55th Anniversary of Independence, Jamaican Things, History, Recollection

Christmas at Greycoat Hall is time for festivities, feasting, presents – and more feasting. But why are valuables disappearing? And who is the mysterious Cerberus Schwartz? The Wolves of Greycoat Hall has been described by the Sydney Morning Herald as "an absolute winner, teeming with humour, whimsy and warmth". This third book in the series finds Boris at back at home in Morovia - a country of fairy tale forests, Medieval alleyways and quirky Wolfish traditions.

Boris is often too big, kissy and tickly to get along well with others, but when a scary dog jumps over the fence into the park, being, big, kissy and tickly is just what's needed.

Boris takes the ride of his life as he finds a place to belong through his undying love of Christmas.

Boris the reindeer was meek and mild, yet in his dreams he was brave and wild. But whenever there was danger about, you could certainly count poor Boris out! He wished he was daring and loved thrills of all sorts, like snowboarding, bungee jumping and other extreme sports, but he did not take risks and could barely summon the courage, to eat Mrs Claus' lumpy porridge!