On Christmas Eve, Grandpa's three-legged dog, Mr. Biggins, wanders off to chase deer on the wooded mountainside near Grandpa's cabin. Lizzie's worried; she and her grandfather decide to find the dog. Donning winter coats and snowshoes, they begin their upward hike. They hunt all day, but Mr. Biggins never shows up. As night approaches, they make a fire, cook supper, and build an igloo to keep them warm through the night. In the middle of the night, Lizzie dreamily sees Santa flying overhead, above the igloo's air hole. The next morning--Christmas--big, wet dog kisses wake Lizzie up. Mr. Biggins is back, and Grandpa, who's cooking bacon over the fire, has made Lizzie a present that helps the two of them return to his cabin in record speed. Without lapsing into nostalgia, this refreshing tale offers readers a breather from the barrage of holiday commercialism. Nature, homemade gifts, and loved ones are the elements that make yuletide joy here. Kiesler's paintings, evocatively blurred by the sifting of ever-present snowflakes, capture the essence of the natural magic of this outdoor Christmas Eve.