A charming fairy tale for all ages in the tradition of 'The Little Prince' and 'The Snowman'.
'For some time now, I've been getting visits, every now and again, from December II, the little pot-bellied king. He's about three inches tall and so fat that he can't button up his tiny red velvet coat with the magnificent ermine collar . . .'
'The Little King December' comes from a place where, the day you are born, you wake up fully grown and fully clothed. And that very first day of your life you go into your office, do some deals, write a computer programme, or sell foreign rights in a first novel. But every day you get a little bit smaller and you forget a little bit more, so that at the end of your life you are tiny, and you spend your days forgetting things, eating chocolate bars and chasing shadows in the garden . . .
Beautifully illustrated by Michael Sowa, this is an enchanting and moving fable sure to become a classic.
