When I was at home over Christmas I snuggled up in my old single bed and read a childhood favourite of mine, Sam and the Firefly. It actually came from my Grandma's house, so has been in the family a while.
The book was written by PD Eastman in 1958, and is a story about Sam the owl who makes friends with a mischievous firefly called Gus. They have fun writing things in the sky, before Gus gets rather carried away and causes traffic mayhem. The story actually used to scare me as a kid (my dad told me I didn't like the bit where the firefly gets trapped in a jar!) but it was lovely reading it again, and I love the 1950s illustrations.