Every year Farmer Tuttle loads his truck with Christmas trees fresh from his farm and drives down to the city to sell them. Then he picks out a special Christmas hat to bring home to Mrs. Tuttle. But one year, people stopped buying real Christmas trees. Fake ones were more convenient, they said. So Farmer Tuttle had to return home without a hat to give his wife. The Tuttles worried; if they couldn't sell their trees anymore, what would they do? Just when they're about to sell all their trees to a man from the sawmill, a mysterious letter arrives requesting Farmer Tuttle's finest tree.
Publisher: Islandport Press
Publication Date: 10/9/21
ISBN-10: 195214325X
ISBN-13: 9781952143250
Dimensions: 10.6 x 8.35 inches
Print Length: 32 pages
BISAC Categories:
Juvenile Fiction / Holidays & Celebrations / Christmas & Advent
Juvenile Fiction / Concepts / Seasons
Territories Available: Worldwide
John Hassett
John and Ann Hassett have been collaborating on picture books for more than twenty-five years and are known for their quirky humor and lively illustrations. With over a dozen books published they have been recognized with a Parents’ Choice Foundation Picture Book Recommendation, a Bulletin Blue Ribbon, a Booklist Editors’ Choice, a Maine Literary Award and features in The New York Times Sunday Book Review. For many years John and Ann Hassett have lived in an old yellow farmhouse in Waldoboro, Maine. There are squirrels in the attic and mice in the walls. It is a quiet place of trees and fields and saltwater coves.John and Ann Hassett have been collaborating on picture books for more than twenty-five years and are known for their quirky humor and lively illustrations. With over a dozen books published they have been recognized with a Parents’ Choice Foundation Picture Book Recommendation, a Bulletin Blue Ribbon, a Booklist Editors’ Choice, a Maine Literary Award and features in The New York Times Sunday Book Review. For many years John and Ann Hassett have lived in an old yellow farmhouse in Waldoboro, Maine. There are squirrels in the attic and mice in the walls. It is a quiet place of trees and fields and saltwater coves.
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