I read The Magic of Christmas during December expecting a magical Christmassy journey. The book is good, but it did not live up to those exact expectations.
As I had wrongly presumed, it doesn't just span Christmas. It actually spans the many months leading up to Christmas and while the village's Christmas play is a central point throughout the book, I never really got the Christmas mood going. But I also found that I didn't mind that, because the book was plenty good fun regardless.
When Lizzy's ass of a husband (finally) dies, she's left in a bit of a mess. Her late husband's lovers keep popping up left and right, causing trouble, and her own love life suddenly becomes quite interesting with several seemingly interested fellows - some more trouble than they're worth.
The book is very much about the warmth of home, good food and the security of family and friends. It's a nice read, though a bit of a flimsy one, and it's lovely to curl up with on a cold December night. It may well be January now, but it's definitely also readable the rest of the year 'round.